Happy F*cking Valentines

 Sipped all my coffee and while doing so was listening to the one and only "شفيقة - جاي بيشكي راجع يبكي" what a great choice especially that it's the Valentine, I can't help but switch it to "Lovesong - Adele", "Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I'm whole again". After a long week, I couldn't help but miss this, this moment of total peace, coffee, and a song of my choice, where I get out all that's on my mind and hit "Publish". 

There are a lot of things I'm grateful for in my life, the materialistic and the non materialistic, and especially moments when the world just feels extra quite, and the wind is just playing with my hair, I stand and I wonder. Wonder, about yesterday, tonight and tomorrow, wonder, whether that peace I feel with myself could be shared with "another". In my opinion, love isn't only about the good times, the tension nor the laughs, but one of the hardest things to share "at least for me", is that moment of silence, peace is exchanged and heavy feelings are just thrown behind our backs, love is suppose to make you feel clean, at peace and definitely free, "at ease". A kind of love that pushes you forward, not hold you back and leave you "remembering the fuckass" memories while you cry yourself to sleep. Kind of love that makes your eyes shine, and your soul feels extra alive, that kind of love that makes you want to sing, dance and shout. 

On the other hand, I tend to "love" times I spend with my dear "Soso", freaky jokes shared with my strawberry muffins, my kisses to and from my dearest "Isso", coffee and Ice creams, jazz humms with my lovely "Ahlam". What I'm saying right now makes me think of that movie scene where it goes like "I've got a sneaky feeling that love is actually all around". 

So my dear reader, even if you're like me, and I've got sent a lot of messages for valentines and even chocolates and roses sent to your house, but you can't really get yourself to care enough, just remember that love is actually all around, I make out with my cup of coffee each morning. Find things that make you feel happy, alive and at ease, the materialistic and the non materialistic, and even I'm writing this to remind myself that I just need to "feel" instead of "force". 

"Feel" all what's there to be offered, feel the love, and in return be grateful. After a long week, I can't help but "love", "adore" and fucking be "grateful" for this moment of peace I'm feeling, and always remember that. 

"مش شرط يكون الحب بين الحبيب والحبيبة، ممكن يكون بين الأب والأم، أو الأخت، أو الصديق، أو الجار."