Letting You Go

~ F i v e ~

I seem to be in a debate with myself twenty-four seven and it goes something like this:

Do these feelings have a name?

Yes, it's called love.

Can you love a person you don't know?

Well, I know him. Through his speeches that is.

Do you know his name or just anything about him?

I know that he is an amazing person.

And how is that enough?

Err...

What if he is already enaged or married?

He sounds too young to be married and about being engaged, well let's just say that being an optimist, I abhor thinking about depressing things.

I'm not sure about my own answers and it is very, very frustrating.

However, I am very sure about the way my heart dances to the rhythm of his voice.

I am very sure that he is a wonderful person and a Muslim and that I would give up anything if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with him by my side and I feel sure about my feelings now more than ever.

I chin up and pull a brave stunt.

I admit to myself that I have indeed fallen for a man with a beautiful soul. Someone I have never seen. Only heard.

And now as I head home after the thirteenth lecture (Yes, I have been keeping count), bad news welcomes me with open arms.