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February 17, 2005
Book Of Promises..............................love letters in making
When Marjan, asked me to go and buy EPT, I knew something was up, so I found my way to the Drug Store and bought three of them. I also bought me a note book, witha colorful cover, greens, yellows, and purples. After marjan tested Positive, I showed her the Book, telling her , I am going to start writing to him/her, whatever it was going to be. she smiled, and I started that night, writing the BOOK OF PROMISES, for Amin, I wrote about myself, introducing me, and his mother, who we were, and how inexperienced and new we were to this, but I assured him, we both knew LOVE, we had fell in love at first sight, and he could be certain, He would get Love, more than anything else. I think the book was my way of dealing with his promise, the newness of him, and the road we were taking. Amin came to our lives in a difficult period, financially we had lost our business and I was starting anew, and we also had problems, growing up problems in our relationship. And he was the gift, that made everything easy. He brought Love with him, unconditional Love, and his smile, that was, and is always present on his face. He took my breath away, and became the center of my universe. We had such wonderfull time together, Him and I, only us. selfish, yes but when we were together no one mattered, and the bond was so obvious. He is still adamant about how he loves me, more than anyone else. and knows, nobody loved him more than I did, and do. Untill the Purplestarnana, my Kiana came around, we had four exclusive years. and then, he had to share me with the spitfire that is Kiana. I wrote in that book for four years, and Amin will get it on his Eighteenth birthday. Kiana has her own book too, but that's whole another story.Posted by Idinraha at February 17, 2005 04:00 PM
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All my life I have been instructed and trained to write clearly, to the point and not be ambiguous. Write the Standard Operating Procedures so one can follows and do not leave anything for interpretation. There are no colors but black and white; it's either yes or no, not such thing as maybe. So when I started reading this rant, I thought that it happened recently and Marjan is indeed pregant. I feel like such an idiot tracking you down in your mother-in-law's house to congratulate you on this news. I'm so dumb! What am I doing reading poetry and trying to have a creative mind!!!!!!
Posted by: Maryam at February 18, 2005 09:05 PM