I am Stuck with Her

Each and every day I feel the exact same way I felt the first day we met in the hallway at the bank. The same pulse flies through my spine every day I look into your eyes.

I was immediately stunned at the way you were willing to help and help me get over the stressful queue. In your calm soothing voice, you gently tapped me and said keep calm and don't lose your peace.

Taking a second look at you, a well-fitted hijab was holding tight each side of your face revealing pure and unbridled beauty. Your eyes lit as though they were made of crystals stones, then you threw a smile that made staggered as I try to steady my feet. I muttered my name is Francis, before I could let my last sentence out, it was clear I was lost in admiration.

As months pass by, we became closer, you looked after my interests as much as anyone would. Your presence, your personality, and confidence ah gracious. How could I ever want to be with another.? Days and nights passed, days became weeks, weeks turned into months, yet I couldn't tell you how deep I have fallen for you.

I could remember your words the other day vividly as much as I remember my name. I could still hear your voice squeaks under your belly as I muttered those three words. I want you forever.

Ramat, you stared into my eyes then lowered your eyes and then it came "Francis, you are not a Muslim". These words hunt me still. I have learned to see you as the girl that will never be. Our religion might be different but our principles aligned, we tend to see the good in others. Our passion might be the different but our respect for humans and to seek a higher purpose other than ourselves is encouraging. I love the arguments, the intelligent conversation. Do you really want to be with another?

I am stuck here with you, how could I pretend not to love her? My very self-has been living in illusion and in the false hope that someday we will let love conquer.