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25.12.2014 Public Messages

To Charity Nanaama: A Message Etched In the Sands of Christmas

25.12.2014 LISTEN
By Fadi Dabbousi

It is that time of year, again, when the full compliments of love are supposed to be unreservedly doled, and generously too. I reflect on a tumultuous year about to extinguish and I cry; not for money lost, or a few days of ailment lying in bed or a business deal gone bad but for wasted time not within your coverage area. I cry for the smiles I have missed; for the kisses that I could have given and received; for the hugs and cuddles that would have peacefully lulled my soul to sleep next to you, my angel.

Even in eternity, I want us to be married.

As in life, I dream for us to be united in love after death. I want to spend all my time with you until my last breath. It is no news that I love you, but the intensity of such a feeling transcends the mere imagination of a commoner in love, for my heart beats your name; my soul sings your life and my spirit pulls the cords of a magical harp that plays the finest tunes that have ever rhapsodised the heavens.

To say I want you is an understatement; to say I need you falls short of reality; the truth is that I crave and yearn for you. I need you to be with me now and forever. I want to promise...well, let me not do that because promises, these days, are easily broken...but permit me to say that I vow never to hurt you, neither in anger nor in sorrow; I vow never to lay eyes on another woman, ever; I vow that with you, no woman would be worth my time, henceforth.

Nanaama, the chill that has characterised our relationship, recently, has gone on for far too long; past any tolerance level mankind could ever be created with and I want to say, “you're everything I want in a woman, and more.” You come with an extra package of love, very, rarely ever seen; emotions very sensual, albeit tough, and a beauty so sublime that at the sight of you, the rivers go berserk and the skies shake as if to split asunder and the moon seems to hold on to the sun for fear of losing its brilliance against the radiance of yours. You epitomise the ultimate message of love that the legendary imaginary cupid came with. I feel overwhelmingly blessed having you in my life.

Let us be, my darling; LET US BE.

You're my world.

Merry Christmas and a very prosperous New Beginning...

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