Mar 7, 2008

Days To Remember And Days To Forget


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A Short Story Written by:
Hicham Sbaa





During the summer I was fifteen, I fall in love with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, that's how I felt, I told her my feelings and she said that she have feelings for me too, I couldn't believe myself. I was the happiest guy alive in the whole universe.

She was one of my relatives, she was eighteen, three years older than me, but it didn't make any difference to me, but sure it did to her, she just tried to ignore it as much as she could, because we just loved each other, and we wouldn't let anything separates us. we were two bodies with one soul, just thinking about her would make my heart aches, she had more courage than me, she is the one who kissed me first, I still remember that night like it was yesterday, when we kissed, I felt like a kid in a candy store, I didn't know what to do and what to do not, of course there is no need to mention that it was my first kiss. I loved that girl from every little piece of my heart, I just loved her, and I didn't care about anything else.


She was like a crystal, pretty to look at, but you can see through her, if you know what I mean, she had her faults and I had mine, I have to admit , I wasn't the king of kings either and as history thought us, every great love story comes to an end, so, we parted, it was not her fault, and sure it wasn't mine, it's just the way the story goes.

After a few years, I got to see her again and of course with the family presence, I just looked at her and surfed in our memories, those beautiful moments of heaven on earth. She got married, and now she have two cute little girls, they're very beautiful, and of course they didn't get that beauty from their father .

I will never forget that woman and I will keep a place for her in my heart as long as I lived.





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Copyright 2008


Dedicated To A Special Woman


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