I sat across from him. I placed my hands on the cool surface of the oak table. He seemed to be miles away. I looked up and realized no matter how close he was, he was always miles away. Funny.

I put my hands around the mug with the flowers. The coffee smelled so good, but I didn’t take a sip. I didn’t enjoy the time we spent together when he was in his pensive mood. I felt neglected and maybe a little jealous.

I waited for him to talk, but he didn’t. We just say there for a while, sharing an immensely comforting silence and stealing glances at each other. We both knew that the other was stealing glances, too. What a way to pass time.

I hesitantly ran my finger up the spine of my book. It wasn’t my book, really. A friend lent it to me. I smelled it, and he smiled. He always smiled when I smelled a book, and I never asked why. We both knew why without having to tell each other. Silent conversations? I wouldn’t know..

I took a sip of the still steaming coffee and opened the book with the tips of my fingers. I started reading. I lost myself until reality snapped its fingers when my coffee finished.

I looked up at him. He was staring at me. I shrugged and walked off to fill my mug again. I didn’t sit down when I got back. I took my book and found a spot under the window. I wondered if I should sit or leave. He told me to sit, and I did.

Again, I waited for him to say something… anything at all, but he didn’t. I kept on reading, and he filled my mug whenever it emptied itself. He was staring at me the whole time. I wasn’t uncomfortable. I wondered why for the first moments, but then I mentally smirked at myself. I reminded myself that I knew him too well. I knew well enough to know that he was staring for the right reason, whatever it was… if there was one, actually.

I tried to imagine what he was seeing while he stared at me. What did he see? Strands of wavy hazel hair pinned back to reveal a face absorbed with concentration. Brows about to knit. A hand holding the book open. Another hand curling its fingers around the mug. Grey shorts sinfully ending ten centimeters before moisturized knees. A brown tank top hinding under a peach tank top both revealing lazy arms. Legs crossed over each other, the toes of one foot playing with the edge of a gigantic vase. No, he saw something else.

I coudn’t put my finger on it. What did he see? Did he see himself forty years ago? Did he see something I didn’t see in myself? What was it that kept him staring for hours without making me uncomfortable? Why am I afraid to ask? Would it hurt?

I glanced at him and smiled. I realized that I didn’t ask because I wasn’t ready for the disappointment my question could bring. I closed my book and walked over to him. I kissed his forehead and put my arms around him. I wondered why I loved him so much.

He asked me if I wanted to eat. That was his hint that the rest of the day would be normal.

S, Happy Birthday;*

Aj, you know better:)

29 Responses to “Uneverything”

  1. 1 haj

    I absolutly love your writing!!! beautiful ;*

  2. 2 Anonymous

    were you talking about your father??

  3. 3 Amethyst



  4. 4 Big Pearls

    Beautifully written amethyst:)

  5. 5 FourMe

    So true beautifully written! bless your heart you are a very talented writer.

    Then a grandfather??

  6. 6 Crazed Man in Tattered Robes and Straw Sandals

    “Did he see himself forty years ago”

    You mean, forty years… later.


    Liked the ‘story’.

  7. 7 eshda3wa

    i like the feelings that came across min ur writing

    oo happy birthday s πŸ™‚

  8. 8 Moniker

    i love this πŸ˜€ thats all i can say.

  9. 9 Bulletii

    Mashallah beautiful post as always.

  10. 10 Aj

    Never give up ^^

  11. 11 Amethyst

    Big Pearls
    Thank you:)



    No, I mean ago:)



    Thank you:)

    I won’t:)

  12. 12 Purgatory

    I smell books 2 πŸ™‚

  13. 13 Ge6awEe

    I’m in the middle of finals.. i’ll read and comment later πŸ˜›

  14. 14 Amethyst

    Great, we have ONE thing in common;p

    Hehe, good luck;*

  15. 15 um-miT3ib

    inzain 3ayal meno”?

  16. 16 Amethyst

    Um Mit3ib
    Ba9eer de3la;p

  17. 17 G and L

    one word: sweet:)

  18. 18 Amethyst

    G and L

  19. 19 ..::Amu::..

    very well written! who is it for?

  20. 20 um-miT3ib

    imla7tha el da3alaaa ele sayra

  21. 21 F.

    Do I haveto repeat what everyone else wrote?


    Beautiful piece. You blend intensity and calmness magnificently.


  22. 22 Sou

    I know who it’s aboutttt!! (Or at least I think so…) Either way, amazing writing, as usualy “dahling.” πŸ˜‰


  23. 23 N.

    You know, I like what you write really. The only problem is, where’s the rest of the story? :l

  24. 24 Amethyst

    Thank you;*

    Let me know in person;p


    There is no rest:)

  25. 25 Amethyst

    It’s for my favorite person in the whole wide world:)

    Um Mit3ib

    Sorry, ma sheft your comments earlier.. enthewalt;\

  26. 26 manutdfanatic

    It’s posts like these that render me speechless and drive me into a subtle comforting mode of sheer reminiscence.


  27. 27 Amethyst


  28. 28 blended

    il 7imdella o il shikir

  29. blended
    Ee wallah, el7emdillah w elshikir.

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