I came across something that reminded me of some of our precious times. I came home after graduation and you were there waiting for me. I said I'm going to have a quick shower and then we all sat down looking through the professional pictures and deciding which ones to order. We picked the best ones out of the bunch and I kept them aside.
Fast forward a few weeks and I knew they were about to be delivered soon. When I used to pop home on my own for a few hours, I used to sit by the door waiting for the post but it didn't come then.
And then one of the first nights after I came back home, I didn't care anymore. I didn't even want the photos.
The morning that it came, Mum opened the door for the delivery man and got the box up to my room. I stayed in bed and pretended to sleep a little longer until Mum came in and actually woke me up and pointed to the box.
I closed my eyes again and pretended not to see it properly. I didn't want to open it. Not without you. I didn't want to see the photos, knowing you'd never be able to see them with me. It still shatters my heart everytime I see one of the photos or when I see the box again.
Maybe one day, we can talk about this memory once again. Maybe one day, when Allah (swt) reunites us in Jannah. ❤️
