Do You Remember?

The heart-shaped bed,

and the heart-shaped pillows.

Satiny, silky sheets,

That gave me goosebumps.

Old, dusty curtains,

But beautiful light

Streaming through

As you touched my skin.

Your hands

Your body

Your face

Your lips

On mine.

The taste of oranges

lingering on your tongue

Transferring the taste

Back to mine.

Sweet sorry

and bitter medicines

And sad lessons

Yet, life just goes on.

The End.

Letter to an Ex

I had a dream last night that I had come to Dubai to meet you. You were there, I was there. We spoke for about 10 minutes, when your really large family barged in and you acted as if you did not know me. But your family members knew me. Some girls started to be really bitchy with me and even accused me of stealing something, which I had not. Then you disappeared, and I decided I had to get out of here and go back home.

I looked into my purse to see how much money I had for an air ticket back home, and it turned out I was flat broke. I could not call home, because my parents did not know that I had come to Dubai. I started roaming the streets, very worried. Then I saw you were lying in a puddle of water, and there was no one around you. I came over and I helped you.

The next day, there was a large table where everyone was eating, and you sat next to me. I whispered to you that I needed some money to go back home, and I promise I will pay you back once I'm back home. You weren't paying attention, and I was getting really worried. I put my head on the table, when I felt something touch my hand. I saw you had placed three thousand dirhams under my elbow and then you started playing with my hair. I looked up at you and smiled.

And my dream ended.

Girls

Oh to be you. Just for a day.

There are two kinds of girls in this world—those who take a lot of effort to get noticed by boys, and those who get attention without any effort. I belong to neither of these groups since I make no efforts to get noticed, and whenever I am noticed, it is not for positive reasons. Anyway.

I know these two girls, great friends of mine, who fall in the second category. Men of all kinds fawn over them, and they don't have to do anything to get their attention. Let's call my friends A and B. Ever since I have known A, she has gotten hit on by so many guys, and it seems a little surprising to me, since she is not a flirtatious or 'come-hither' sort of girl. She's shy and sort of an introvert. Yet, guys are just naturally attracted to her. But this comes with drawbacks too, since she has been stalked several times by very creepy guys.

B, on the other hand, is full of life. She's funny, smart and cute. In her case, boys are attracted to her effortless charm. In fact, a friend of mine doesn't even know her and he proclaims he likes her based on her photographs!

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could be them for a day. Even an hour, tops. Though I run the risk of sounding really pathetic here, but I wish I knew what it feels like to get so much attention. The last time someone liked me was back in 2007, which ended in 2008, so if the previous line wasn't pathetic, this surely is.

Ugh.

Ok enough of this sad stuff. In other news, I turned 25 last month *throws streamers*. At the stroke of midnight, I was sitting outside this mall with 3 friends and a guy I just met. I got hugged, got a lot of handshakes and the calls started pouring in. But that moment when the clock struck 12, I was miserable. I cried. The last time I cried on my birthday was 5 years ago when I turned 20. Turning 25 is not so peachy after all. I wonder what will happen to me when I turn 30. *gulp*

Bye now.

Seriously, go!