Endearingly silly 4

So I decided to give each one a small title, this one is called "When she said 'I love you'. "

I stole this pic. from here, because it was perfect, & exactly how I imagined it to be

The coffee shop was warm and inviting and, though he’d never admit it, he felt butterflies in his stomach and warmth in his heart as he sat there drinking his black coffee, listening to her soft rambling, and watching her sipping her extra large hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate chips on top, laughing as she pulled away with a white mustache.

"What?!"

"Nothing, I just love you so much." He said softly, not once taking his eyes off her.

"Of course you do, who wouldn't?! " She said playfully, but he noticed the faint blush on her cheeks and the tension on her shoulders, as if she felt guilty for not saying it back.

So, yes, maybe a part of him wanted to hear her saying it, needed the reassurance that she wouldn't wake up one day, decide that she no longer cares, and leave him behind. But, the bigger part of him felt her love in her smiles, in the way she always scolds at him after one of his pranks and giggles after, in the way she wraps her arms tightly around him after a long day apart, and in the way she was looking at him right then, with eyes filled with love and vulnerability, as he whipped the cream from her upper lip with his thumb.

She sighed, and her blush got deeper, She kept thinking how wonderful he is, how she sat with her friends for hours telling all these stories about him and how amazing he is. He saw her at her worst. He saw her upset after a difficult day more often than he saw her happy, and if one day she came in a bad mood, or even snapped at him, he would hug her and look after her anyway. He always knew when he upsets her, but she didn't know if he realized just how much everything he does means to her, or how she thanks God for bringing him to her.

He was sitting right in front of her, drinking a coffee he hated just because he knew how much she loves that coffee place. Deep in her mind she knew it was a silly thing, not saying 'I love you' back, because she really does, but she couldn't overcome this huge wall that kept telling her that every single person heard this phrase from her ended up leaving her, and she was strong enough to endure it. 

But, this time it was different because it was him and the mere thought of him leaving was enough to break her heart. Sometimes she would look at him and her hands would shake like she was afraid that if she touched him, he would vanish into thin air. Even after a whole year together, she still thought that this was all a dream she had made up and that any second she would wake up to a nightmare; that he would be gone, and she was left alone. But, she didn't want something to happen without him knowing that she loves him.

'He tells me that he loves me and that he understands that I've been hurt too much to say it back right now. But, I do love him... I love him and I need him to know that I love him.' She thought with determination.

"Oa ouh! Am I in trouble?" He said with fake fear. "Because I was totally gonna fix it as soon as you go to sleep tonight, and it was already partially broken from that time when your dad didn't know how to open it, so it's not totally my fault."

"What?! what is broken? I don't understand anything"

"Well you got this face again, the one that says 'I'm so gonna do this even if it kills me, and him too, in the process', so I assumed you found out th..." he was smart enough to stop talking when he found that she had no idea about the disaster he left in the closet.

She narrowed her eyes and gave him her 'you are in trouble' face " I don't have a face. But, please continue; I'm listening"

"Nahh, I'm good" He waved his hand nonchalantly.

Despite whatever he was attempting to achieve with his 'everything is great' attitude, she saw right through it. "What did you break? " She said in a very surprisingly calm voice, which was more scary than her yelling.

"Drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold, sweetie " He smiled, looking far too innocent to actually be one. His eyes stayed a little too wide, and he really had to work at stopping his mouth from breaking into that huge mischievous grin.

"Was it our sofa? I promise I won't get mad if it was the sofa. Our kitchen machine, because that was already broken and dad promised to get us another." He didn't know that, but it kind of made sense; let's face it, her dad was the only person who actually used that kitchen. "What else did dad touch?" She tapped her head and he was sure that she was doing that 'thinking out loud ' thing again.

"I got you a present." he said while passing a small white box with a purple ribbon, 'nice touch with my favorite color, buddy. ' She thought.

She narrowed her eyes, tapping her nails on the table. "A gift! oh God! It's something big because you are definitely trying to sweeten me up and considering I’m already pretty sweet on you, that means you've done something huge." She poked him in the chest. "And I want to know what is broken right now. Was it the dressing room, because you know I love that dressing room. Maybe the table your dad bought for us, good I already hated that table." 

He rolled his eyes and then pretended to look for the waiter to hide his grin.

"Hey! Don't give me that look, your mum too thinks it is hideous, and she is his wife." She said defensively.

He sarcastically said "Our lovely, stylish table is fine. Thank you for worrying about it." Then he put his hand on his heart and with a fake hurt expression he said "But, oh! I'm hurt. I get you a gift and before you even open it you question my intentions. And by the way, this is our first anniversary gift."

She raised one eyebrow, but still had the decency to look embarrassed, and caste her eyes down while opening the box. He watched her closely, loving all the expressions that crossed her face, the way she grinned sweetly while opening the box like an excited little girl, then the shock when she finally opened it, but the best one was when her eyes softened and said "Oh, that is beautiful.". He dropped his eyes to his coffee as soon as her head came up.

"Look at you, being all sentimental and goober" She said teasingly.

"Whatever." He said grumpily, still not meeting her eyes and busying himself with asking the waiter for the check.

She gave him the golden bracelet and extended her right hand. He looked in her eyes with all the affection and love in the world and fastened the bracelet around her wrist before kissing the inside of her wrist softly. "Let's go home" He winked at her while sneaking his hand around her waist and grinning slyly.

She laughed and he swore his heart skipped a beat.

They walked hand in hand like little kids in comfortable silent, enjoying each other's company. Before all of a sudden, she stopped and her eyes got so wide.

"Oh my God! It's my recliner, You broken my recliner?! what did it ever do to you? Why? Whyyy?" She broke in sobs while he stood stunned for a second.

"Noooo, no, the recliner is fine. I know how much you love the stupid thing." He put his hand across his heart, aiming for a look of a brave knight but ended up looking like a scout boy. "I'll protect it with my life." And he couldn't believe he was able to finish that sentence with a straight face.

"Really?" she said while sniffling, with big sparkly eyes from all the tears, and he had to take a deep breath because she couldn't be more beautiful.

"Well, not really with my life, but I'll keep it safe."

"No, you goof, I mean, is it really not broken?"

"Yes, not even a scratch."

She was quiet for a moment. "Then, what did you break?"

He ducked his head slightly. " When I unfolded and sat on that bamboo chair in the balcony it broke and I might have grabbed that blue vase you really like while falling and broke it too, But it was a tiny crack"

She took a step closing the distance between them. "Just a tiny crack? "

"Totally fixable by glue." He said hopefully.

"And you will let me sit on your lap when we sit in the balcony, as we now have only one chair and all" She said wrapping an arm around his neck.

" I think I'll have to." He shrugged, but she was pretty sure that she could see a smile tugging at his lips.

....

She sat in front of him while he was fixing the blue vase, with all the concentration in the world while poking his tongue out the corner of his mouth, and she tried really, really hard not to be completely endeared, but it was impossible. So instead she played with the charms in her bracelet.

Each one a memory of its own. A tiny T-shirt, reminder of when they first met at a charity clothes collection event ; a bitten bar of chocolate, her favorite meal in the whole world, and yes, it's a meal; a TV figure, because he still couldn't let it go; number one, a signification for their first year together; and finally, a Heart to show her that he loves her, as if he didn't say it enough.

"I love you." She found herself saying softly.

He was stunned beyond what he thought possible, it was a real miracle that the vase didn't fall from his hands and shattered into pieces. "Wh.."

She cut him off before she lost courage. " I love you. I love how supportive and patient you are. I love how caring you can be. I love how, despite how many times I have pushed you away, you still stick by my side. I love the way you sometimes snore in the middle of the night. I love that you let me drink your tea instead of mine, and make it just the way I like it. I love your heartbeat when I feel it while hugging you tight. I love your jokes and your pranks and your laugh. I love everything about you, and I’m in love with you, and I need you to know that now, because if something happen… to one of us…I can’t bear the thought of you never having heard me say it.”

He looked at her fondly and without talking, he stepped forward and slide one of his big hands around her neck. He just placed her head on his shoulder and then leaned down, sighing, and knowing that at that exact moment his world became complete.

....

It was one of this weird days, when he woke up before her. So he sneaked to their balcony and sat on the only chair there. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she said it.

He sat there enjoying the sun on his face with his eyes closed peacefully  But, he barely twitched as hands came to his shoulders, massaging lightly. He melted into it, not bothering to open his eyes as a breath spread across his face. It wasn't until a figure blocked the sun that he opened his eyes. He grinned up at her, loving the way she was smiling down at him.

"Hey" He greeted.

"Hey." She replied, bending down. He ran his fingertips along her jaw, she hummed and closed her eyes, still upside down. She rubbed her nose against his and said with a mixture of amusement and annoyance that impressed him


"There is no place for me to sit."

He grabbed her arm and sat her on his lap. He grinned wickedly with a hint of possessiveness as he noticed her wearing one of his shirts, perfectly too big on her, and then his eyes fell on the bracelet on her hand, and he felt a warmth spread through his chest.


It was a simple bracelet, but it marked their one-year anniversary or rather the survival of their first year. It reminded them of what they had, of whom it was worth getting to the end of the day for, of her smile when he had given it to her, and of every time they said 'I love you' to each other.

Endearingly silly 3

"I really don't know what I did wrong, which is very bad. But, on the other hand, I'm so terribly sincerely sorry, which is a good thing, right?"

"...", she just sat there on the sofa and gave him her most devilish 'I'm so gonna kill you' glare

"Right, sweetie?!"

"..." now the glare turned to ' I'm so gonna torture you, then kill you in the most horrible way' glare

"And we are back to the silent treatment, ladies and gentlemen" He gestured with his hands to his invisible audience while standing in front of her.

"Sarcasm is so not helping your case!!!" she said in a very hushed tone as if speaking to herself.

"What was that?! Is that you speaking?! because, technically, if you are speaking even in a barely audible whisper, then you have already broken the 'silent treatment code'...Where are you going?"

"Our room to call the police and warn them that if they receive a domestic abuse complaint from here that they are not to answer it and that you deserved every last bruise."

"If it means that you will talk to me, I'll take each little slap from your tiny little fingers, which hurts by the way. But, I will happily take them."

She really tried not to smile, but with him being so dorky adorable, she couldn't help the twitch at the corners of her mouth. There must be a book somewhere called "how to stay incredibly mad at him" and it's about time to start looking for it.

"That is a smile. Yes definitely a smile. Okay, so you are probably laughing at me, but you're smiling, and it is directed at me, and I'm going to take it as a good sign, and no, you are not allowed to take it back according to the 'silent treatment code' "

"Really! The silent treatment code?! where do you come up with this stuff ?!" She said with an amused smirk and got up walking his way and saying "Come on, if we are gonna have this talk, we will need to step away from our sweet TV to a more demilitarized zone"

He grasped her hand, and felt that warm feeling of possessiveness when she easily slipped her hand in his and linked her fingers with his "You mean the small magic box, that sits in front of your recliner?!"

She smiled sweetly and said, "Yup, definitely in need of a demilitarized zone , and no, you are not getting out of this with an attack to my sweet recliner and a cute puppy eyes, you are not getting of the hook easily this time"

"Oh man, you have got to be kidding me!!! If I lost my puppy eyes effect, I have nothing. It's like super-man without any powers...minus the tights of course, so not my style, and the red underwear too...If you think about it, I'm not into the whole flying thing and that bad haircut, no way!"

By the time he ended his rambling, they were standing in the middle of their kitchen and she was already grabbing a seat and looking at him like he had a concussion or something.

"Well, you get the idea, my puppy eyes is my super power. Do they really have no effect on you?" He asked giving her a puppy eyes that would have given the cutest puppy ever a run for its money.

"OK, OK, fine...They have a great effect on me but we're still going to talk." She said with an amused smile and a wave of her hand. He took the other seat in front of her and she swore that if he had a tail, he would be wiggling it right about then.

"So.."
"So.." 

They said at the same time. Then, he took his invisible microphone and handed it to her. She raised a perfect eyebrow and said "We're going to talk like two people who are actually both adults and married."

"About what?!" He said. And was that a fake innocence or was he really that oblivious? She couldn't tell.

She went with her instinct and as always spoke her mind, "How about why we no longer talk like we used to? Or, why I no longer know anything about your life? It's like this force is coming between us. First, it was small things, like when you came upset from work and I would ask you, and you would say that everything was fine, or when you would argue with your parents, and insisted that it wasn't about me. It felt like you were pushing me away. We were pushed onto separate pages. Then, suddenly it is as though we are on different planets. And you don't even realize it."

"It's not like that. It's just--"

"I…feel this distance between us. This had been going on for months, this gradual descent into loneliness, it's like I'm not even there and I've tried to understand. But there was nothing to understand, you simply don't love me...Not like I love you" She looked up at him to get her point across. His eyes were filled with brokenness and sadness she had never seen before in them.

"No! Just no. Stop right there, because if you don't know how much I love you, then there must be something wrong with this world... Ever since the day I met you, you've been nothing but an unstoppable force in my life that I know I don't ever want to live without. You make life worth living. If I just knew how this was hurting you, I would never have done it. I guess I just didn't want to weigh you down with my problems."

She sighed, and her eyes softened as she grabbed his hand, running her thumb over the back of it. He looked at her, into her eyes, and he realizes he can get lost in them, in their warmth.

"That's what you're allowed to do when you're married. It's a license allowing you to nag that someone for the rest of your lives, and even after that if you behave." She gave him a warm smile that was like the sun and the moon had shined over him at the same time before continuing with her speech. " It's what you're supposed to do. It's your right to tell me and my duty to listen, just as it is my right to cause you migraine headache with every tiny little detail in my life." She gave him a sobbing laugh that broke all his defenses and he found himself getting up, taking her in his arms and tucking her head under his chin. He closed his eyes and flashes of years down the road in this same position played behind his eyes and he knew he found his own paradise on earth.

"You big oaf." She said while hitting his chest playfully.

"But you're my oaf." She whispered softly as she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against his chest, and thought about that stupid quote that said "love is blind.", the one who said it was certainly not in love, in her opinion, because when you really are in love with someone, both feet in and all, you actually see the flaws and the faults, but those flaws and faults make you love them even more, because it makes them real and human. She thought of how he loves how she is a hothead because it means that she cares so openly and passionately. And how she loves how sensitive and awkward he is, because it means that he loves her and cares about her in his own way. She even loves the way he goofs around sometimes to get out of trouble because he kind of makes her laugh, and there is absolutely nothing she would like to change about him because God made him perfect just for her and she is truly grateful.

Endearingly silly 2

She gave a heavy sigh. Finally, the day was over and she sat on her recliner, with no one but her own thoughts. She closed her eyes and let go, released her mind and surrendered to the feeling of peace this chair always gave her. On it, she could feel victory, even for a little while. She remembered the day they bought it and how they battled because he felt it wasn't necessary, to the extent that she had to scarify her dream of having the LCD just to have her sweat recliner. These were the good days, when your biggest problem was to choose between a recliner and a LCD

" What'cha Doin'? " He said just beneath her ear.

She flinched and spun around to face him. "God! You can't sneak up on people like that!!! You're gonna give me a heart attack."

"Sorry," He said, but his mouth was curved in that annoying small, amused smile of his and he didn't sound sorry in the least. "So, the recliner... Anything I need to know?" He asked knowingly.

After all, that was their thing. If she was sad, she sat on her recliner, and if he was sad, he sat in front of their small TV complaining about not buying the LCD.

She just looked at him and smiled her ' I'm so miserable and about to cry ' smile.

He opened his arms to her. "Come here." He motioned with his head.

She gave him a skeptical look before getting up and moving closer and within embracing distance. The moment he put his arms around her, she started to shake uncontrollably from crying and asked with a slightly irritated tone, "So you think that is going to solve everything?" 

He slightly tightened his arms around her. "No, but considering the week you've had, I don't think I've given you enough hugs," He replied softly, "and I was once told that hugs are the best way to make the bad things go away."

She smiled against his chest and began to relax into his embrace. "That's a good piece of advice to follow."

"I know. I took it from an expert" he said.

"Well then, less talking and more cuddling," she demanded as her arms wrapped around his neck.

At exactly that moment, he knew that she did not need someone to fight her battles for her. She just needed someone to understand, to trust her enough to uphold her own self and at the end of the day meet her with an open arm.

Endearingly silly 1

So, this a small short stories about a cute fictional married couple, called he & she.

Part 1:

In the morning, she was greeted by the sight of him snoring softly, with a pool of drool on his pillow. Disgusting she thought, but she couldn't help that affectionate twinge in her heart. Carefully, she untangled herself from the blankets, which wasn't a hard task, considering him being a professional cover stealer. She tucked the blanket around him when he murmured sleepy protests from the disturbance, and left for her morning routine.

As soon as he got to the kitchen she greeted him in the most romantic way by shoving the garbage basket at him to get it out. He went to the door complaining softly about doing all the hard work, she just humph -ed and went back to the pancakes on the stove. 

As soon as he came back, he found two cups of hot tea and pancakes with caramel and honey waiting for him. He took a cup, knowing very well that she would come and instead of picking the other cup on the counter, she would simply bypass it and steal the one in his hands and he would complain but let her have it, with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. They would argue about each and every thing, because they are different just like day and night. But at the end of the day, if they were to choose anybody to spend the rest of their lives with, they wouldn't pick anyone but each other. 

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Together In Paradise..

                                                                                                                                                                                             

A Muslim man finished his prayer and walked to his wife.

He began to read something while he held her fingers.

She asked, "What are you doing dear?"

He answered, “I finished my prayer and now I'm doing Tasbih  on your hands so that we can share the AJR (AKA: reward), and inshAllah we will be together in Janah (AKA: paradise) too.”

Cuteee ♥♥♥

Perfect Timing

                                                                                                                                                                                           

Faith in Allah Includes Faith in his timings too.

Two beggars knocked on the door asking for bread. One beggar was given a loaf and sent away. The other was kept waiting and waiting.

At length, the second beggar became concerned."Why am I being denied? What is so lacking in me that the other one was favored over me?" He asked himself.

Unknown to the beggar, a fresh loaf was being baked for him inside the house.  ◕‿◕

اللهم لك الحمد يا أكرم الأكرمين فأنك حقا سبحانك تعلم و لا أعلم

أحبك ربي

Lollita ;)

                                                                                                                                                                                              

Behind my smile is a hurting heart.
Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart.
Look closely at me and you will see,
the girl I am...isn't me.

Deep inside, she is still there, 
the sweet, happy girl, you once were. 
Let me heal your heart, and see your true smile. 
We will bring you back, even if it took us awhile 

:)

one of life's best moments is mending a friendship with a dear friend, you thought you lost

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