Haven't been able to get on the laptop the last couple of days so here's to Faris and I, we turned 2, three days ago and we still got a long way to go.  

Sometimes I feel I don't tell him how much I really appreciate him being in my life and I take for granted that he is always there for me. But I know that every time I see him, his face, his familiar face that my eyes know, I am saying thank you. I am saying thank you with every glance into those kind, mischievous, understanding eyes. I am saying it when our palms touch and our fingers interconnect. When we fight and yell and slam things around thinking "I love you but if I have to be around you one more second I'm going to do you bodily harm" and then look at each other, short of breath with tired eyes of forgiveness and smile wearily. I say it through a shrug of the shoulders. A raised eyebrow. A laugh. A scrunched nose.

Thank you. Thank you for being mine. For not being an asshole (most of the time). For letting me in. For wanting me as much as I want you. For needing me as much as I need you. Thank you for you. And for me. And for you and me being here, together. 

Love isn't perfect, we all have our bad days, drive each other fucking crazy and have disagreements over the littlest things. But Thank you Allah for letting me meet a boy who is kind, fun, smart, someone I enjoy hanging out with. I love him very much and he loves me as well. Thank you Allah for showing me the good, bad and ugly and opening my eyes, saving me, us, in Your own special ways.