Maybe Allah mian figured out that I was a lovelorn child on the inside, thirsting for love. I spent two decades fixing and gluing together the splinters of my parents relationship, who despite being great humans on their own, were not meant for each other. Or maybe were, that's how they were to survive, who knows?
Whatever the case, the constant refereeing and fixing and re re fixing had left me exhausted, hurt, battle weary....until I met him.
He gives me more hugs kisses and cuddles than I know what to do with..he picks me up when I'm tired, squeezes me for dear life till I can't breathe, kisses me until I'm laughing and breathless...and then stares at my eyes and tells me that its okay to be vulnerable and dependant, but I have to shine on my own and he will always have my back..I have no words but tears, and relief and the consolation my heart has yearned for all these years...
As I hug him back close to me, I realize that the little girl thirsting for love inside me is finally getting her fill..
MashAllah and mashAllah
And ya Allah, thank u, thank u so much for this.