What your words mean to me

Dedicated to Soffiyah, Abdullahi's partner❤️

Since the time we met, I haven't for once regretted it, knowing you.

You light up my world like the stars in the night.

You are beautiful, loving, caring.

I can't think of a time when I don't miss you. Can't think of a time before you.

You are the love of my life, the apple of my eyes, the one who makes me smile.

Though you're busy sometimes...

But I understand. I'm happy you still make time for me.

You have no idea how a few words from you feel. It warms my heart and gives me joy.

Though I wish you'd reply me as eagerly as I would you...

Your words is to my heart like when I drink water to quench my thirst. It soothes me.

I love you ❤️.

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