Teenage Dream

It was then just me in the room. No photographers. No family. No friends. Just me. I walked up to the mirror and adjusted the veil on top on my head then lifted it so I can wipe away my tears. I turned around only to Bader there looking at me with wide, curious eyes.

“You look.. beautiful”

“Mashkoor”

We paused just looking at each other.

“What are you doing here?”

“I lied to you”

“When?”

“When you asked me if I was okay with this. I’m not. I love you and I will always love you and you love me and everyone knows it. Just give into it Mezna.”

“Are you seriously telling me all this now? Again? It’s my wedding day Bader.”

“You were crying just now..”

“Because I’m getting married! Who doesn’t cry when they get married?!”

“Please don’t do it.. Please Mezna”

I looked at his pleading eyes, my heart screaming at me telling me to go run into his arms and comfort him telling him that I do actually love him.

“I do love you, so much but love is not enough Bader”

“Marry me then”

“Laish? 3a6ni sabab? And don’t say, “I love you””

“Sabab? Okay, I want to marry you because I want to wake up to your face everyday. I want to marry you because I want to wake you up at 5 a.m. because I can’t wait to hear your voice. I want you to marry you because when you sing every sound in the world disappears. I want to marry you because you make me feel good enough. I want to marry you because even though you don’t know everything about me, you still love me. I want to marry you because you’d make a really good first wife haha. I want to marry you because you eat ice cream like a 4 year old. I want to marry you because together we’d piss a LOT of people off. I want to marry you because if I ever want to get lost in a fucked up country I want it to be with you. I want to marry you because we’re in love. Plain and simple.”

I couldn’t breathe.