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THe real spring has set in in Moscow- the city that was once my native one but now seems so distant and foreign to my nature. My heart doesn't belong here any more.
Today I returned from the city which is my AUTHENTIC home. I left a person there who is the dearest creature in my life now. And even despite all the things he tells me, all what he presses me for I still can say that I CAN do it and sacrifice it for his sake.
Walking home some minutes ago I felt the smell of cherry, jasmine etc. in the wind. It's delicious, but nothing in comparison with HIS smell, smell of Egypt, local oils, that of sea...
The girls in the Cultural Centre seem to be the only friends of mine as we have the same interests, likes, preferences, and aims in our life.
My current target is obvious- to be with him. Anyway. I don't know right away WHAT God to pray to make this take shape.
How can people be so inconsiderate and oblivious of other people and first say " You will have to stay here for two more days as there are no tickets" and then they find free places and take away your last hope?
Now my table is littered with things, souvenirs from Sharm that Shams gave me for nothing. At least this helps me to feel that I'm there yet.
Oh, God! Ya, Rab! Help me to find a job in Sharm and unite me with HIM!
It's impossible to convey the feeling how wonderful it is to wake up by his side and awake him with a kiss, to lie on his chest, running my fingers over his hair, touching his ribs, thighs, hands and legs, his back...make his room, do the shopping for his home, buy him presents in the man's section, make him massage, wait for him at the mountains, count minutes in the airport and find him waiting for me, with flowers and the same smile. It's indescribable.