Dearest Mostafa,
I miss you so much. It's not like I didn't expect it, but really, I can't get my life back straight since you're gone. First it was work, which I sorted out. Then came the loneliness , so I got in touch with friends. Then it was the energy so I gave myself some time to recharge. then there was ... and there was and there was... For every problem isolated, there is a solution. But for the emptiness you left inside me, there is none. Nothing will bring you back!
It was Valentine's day last Sunday and it brought me down big time. I tired to compare this Valentine's to last years. The only difference was that I had you! I was trying so hard to remember what was last Valentine's like. It's not like I went out to celebrate bring single, nor had a wonderful romantic date with prince charming. I remembered there was something, but I couldn't remember what it was. And then it came to me last night. Last Valentine's I was busy working. We had a deadline, you and I, and I worked till late. We met a the cafe in front of the office for lunch then we worked till late, you, me and my team. Yes , it was a weekend, and yes I was working, but it was way better than this year where I ditched work and stayed at home to chill.
God, I miss you!
The days we spent in the office joking around, the kalam fel sa2f, even the sounds of people and car horns in the street. When will I get over you? Will I ever? Every time I pass near the office my heart throbs like it's going to jump out of my chest. Every single time I remember one of our old memories, i feel this sweet poison running through my veins. And I try not to forget. I had you, at least for a while. I had you, and that's a truth no one can take away from me. I had you!
Anyway, rest in peace Mostafa
You will always be remembered and cherished!
Oh, for the readers who have no idea who Mostafa is, check this link or the one above.
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