The World according to Iqah

Do you ever get the feeling that there’s something actually wrong with you? Like you’re wired differently than everyone and that makes you unlovable.

Some nights she goes to sleep with excitement as explosive as the galaxies. Other nights she lays in bed hoping to fall asleep before she falls apart.

The timing wasn’t wrong. Who we were at the time was wrong.

We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we’re surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people.

You know what I hate about you? You are the constant reminder that I am not the kind of girl people fall in love with.

Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.

You say you’re depressed - all I see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn’t mean you’re defective - it just means you’re human.

If a thing disturbs the peace of your heart, give it up

But it’s so heartbreaking and unnecessary how we lose things. From pure carelessness.