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Jun 24
"You're getting younger",
my life said as it gazed into my eyes.

"Can I whisper something?",
I smiled, as I marveled back.

My life cupped my face and pulled it closer,
"tell me, gorgeous".

"I am loving myself,"
I sighed.
People call others "hayeti" in my culture when they mean a lot to them, it can be between family members, friends, lovers, and sometimes it is even given randomly as a filler in speech to showcase care.
Maria Etre
Written by
Maria Etre  Beirut, Lebanon
(Beirut, Lebanon)   
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