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wishing & hoping & thinking & praying

Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying
Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying
Planning, and dreaming, each night, of his charms.
That wont get you into his arms

So if you looking to find love
You can share

All you gotta do is hold him and kiss him and love him and show him that you care

- My Best Friend’s Wedding


So tonight my neighbors took my mom, brother and I out to dinner. We ate at Anatolia, which is one of my favorite restaurants in the area where we live (it’s Mediterranean cuisine and everything about it screams comfort to my Arabian soul). After dinner, our lovely neighbors came to our home for a cup of tea. 

I went upstairs to drop my things off and check my email. I heard the jovial voices of my neighbors as they entered our house and headed downstairs. On the way I paused because there was a familiar scent wafting around the house - a scent I recognized immediately. Forest fruit tea. My mom used to make it all the time at home. I don’t drink tea or coffee (I sat down with a glass of milk), but the scent reminded me of home and everything was suddenly that much more comfortable. 

Our neighbors - who are quite old, approaching their 70’s - started telling us stories of their past, their life and about their two sons. They are both of Italian descent and were situated in New Jersey before moving to New England and then South Carolina and finally, good old Florida. Al (a down-to-Earth grandfather figure) mentioned that he and his wife had been together for a long time. I asked how long.

Turns out they were high school sweethearts.

I often told my mother I didn’t believe love exists. I try to take the more conventional stance: I’d like to assert that there are people in this world that are better suited for each other than others… but I usually laugh off the idea of soul mates - even though, in the midst of my mind and heart I have a longing for one such person to exist. 

But then I hear stories like these, and I think to myself

Damn, I want to marry my high school sweetheart.

And if it’s too late for that, then my college sweetheart.

But I’ve set my mind to it. I want to find my soulmate.

âme soeur - soul mate