Maktub 

It is written 

In your eyes I saw my future reflected back at me
You found the door locked but came in; gently 

A welcomed burglar you were 

I didn’t even realize the door was open

I waited for you 

I bled in the wait

I cursed at the gods in the wait 

I hated myself in the wait

I learnt to really love myself in the wait and that has taught me how to love you 

Gently

Freely

Softly

Humbly

Respectfully 

Hard

Maktub: I didn’t have to force the hand of God for you. 

It was written! 

You were mine!

And I yours!

rachel 

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