Memoirs Of A Struggling Muslimah

You are like an itch I must scratch that I when I scratch, if heaven doesn’t help me and I scratch, I will be consumed by an inferno…

My problem is not that there might be an inferno, my worry is I like the itch and and like being consumed with thoughts and act of scratching

The longer I scratch the more damage I do to myself -body, mind and soul. But life regains it’s luster when it’s itching.

This song had me at I’m defensive and insecure…. And it’s one the songs from the #netflix #kdrama series #nevertheless

I won’t lie that that kinda rush is giving me the love anxiety feeling I live for 😍🥰

Boy you never know say you’re kongo aso

You cling to me and I cling to you

I guess that’s what falling is, when you look at only one person for the rest of your life

Or a lasting dream

Always aching to be connected to you, be it on the phone or hand to hand

The suspense is not dying down and it’s been over a month

It’s a sweet pain, this throbbing to be with you

Do my hands give you the feels like your hands do to every spot it lands on

My skin sings with welcoming delight on contact and cries in agony when your hand disconnects from any of my limbs, do you fathom

How your caress calms me, how you hold me ever so tightly on cue

From our long embrace to our conversation induced cuddles if you only knew…

That I try desperately to commit every moment spent like this to memory,

Your hand they already know where to go and how to hold me,

You speak about yourself but I swear it’s like you speaking about me

A lover and a friend, my other half, my soul mate,

You are my present from the past, my future and my last,

As we made out, I stepped on the ninth cloud

We just rode the high and made black Cupid so proud

And ever since that weekend I haven’t stepped down

From the first kiss, no the first touch

I just some how knew I’d definitely get attached,

I tried to keep my guard up, you didn’t me run