He was Shahryar and I was Shahrazad, but in very different time and location, I used to be the one who tells the story, while I’m keeping him in my arms, and taking his fears out of his heart and hands , I start tell him stories about two lovers, where in the middle ages, he was the king and I was the maid and how he noticed me, what were our first words, how we fell in love with each other, and how that maid turned to the Queen of his heart.
He was and I was, both two pieces in that chess board, with that distance between us which we can’t change now, and we have to accept …with the sound of that flute, while I’m telling him our story, and his head is resting in my chest, after that long day, and his lovely eyes are closed, while he’s taking relaxed breath and holding me tight, “say it, what happened next to the king? Did he tell her he loves her?”
He was my own Shahryar and I was his own Shahrazad who used to tell him very interesting stories, but not to save her life, No,,she’s saying these stories to make sure he’ll never forget her and to give him a beautiful view of their love from different ages and countries.. Sometimes she wasn’t able to express how she feels ..So she chosen to be Shahrzad to tell him everything inside her heart ,,,
And when Shahryar falls asleep, she kisses his lovely eyes before she leaves,,praying he won’t forget her when he wake up,,and with this huge deal of sorrow and sadness she leaves him, with great deal of hope to see him again tomorrow ,
written by my imagination pen
Good night bloggers
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