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Simply, wildly, catastrophically HER.

This is kind of the story of my whole life. As I said, kind of, for who can understand might be able to decipher me. 

So, here we go. Once upon a time, I was absurd, I had no morals and did whatever I want, however I wanted and wherever I wanted. I did not care about anything, literally, not like the wannabes on social networks stating 'My Life my rules', neither like the I don't give a shit types. I actually was like that, and my siblings and parents are open minded, they didn't stop me from anything. I was going through my post matric vacations. I was totally on the wrong track, just with the satisfaction from the blind heart that it was right. I was so blindsided. I was a spoiled brat. I ate what I wanted, there was no routine. But why am I telling you all this? This ain't interesting, right? So let's cut ahead. There came this girl, totally insane, with the right amount of craziness, soberness, beauty. And by beauty I mean, both inner and outer. She was the most beautiful creature I had seen in my life. Or should I say her smile was the first thing that attracted me to her immensely. She was everything I had ever dreamt of. Unfortunately I thought and I might have been right at the time, that she couldn't be mine. I repelled her for so long but still she came coming back, in rounds, whirling around me. I had many addictions before her, but after, I had only one, her. She made me realize that even impossible things are possible, it is all about believing. She recharged my faith in everything, and most especially, Allah and Islam. She was my rebound, she was my life. She still is, Alhumdulilah and will be. I want to thank her so much, I am so grateful. She put me on the right path, and cured me of my worst habits. She made me love the things I hated. I don't know how she does this but to me, she is flawless. I was a vast barren land and she turned me into a fruitful garden. I didn't know I had this much ability in me. She makes me fruitful. I don't know how much I have wrote, I just wanted to write a few lines, guess I just got carried away. 

And thank you viewers for making it 500.

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