When Ibrahim looks at me, it feels like he forgets how to breathe. Every time he looks at me, it’s like he’s seeing me for the first time all over again. Then I get lost in his eyes, feeling butterflies and excitement.
My husband says that many people have benefited from the energy I bring into their lives. When that access is gone, the sense of loss is only natural ♥️
When I look at my beloved Ibrahim, I feel like he’s enough for me and I don’t need the whole world. And I believe that if I’m not with him, then all the men on earth would never be enough for me.
