am i another you
and you another i?
— mahmoud darwish
the butterfly's burden (trans. fady joudah)
if there’s one thing i’m certain of, it’s that soulmates exist and i have found mine.
pretty bold claim huh? but i guess half of the beauty of it is in announcing it to the world. or to the little corner i have of it.
i’ve known my bestfriend for seven years now. we’ve seen each other in our yagit eras and now that we’re in university, i’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how our relationship progressed over the years.
of all the people to write to, her letter was the most difficult to finish. how do you condense every bit of love and grief and happiness into an envelope? how do you immortalize in ink the years spent learning how to grow into our bodies and stand on our own?
i still haven’t finished writing it. maybe i never will.