Shopaholic Q8eya

I didn’t want to open my eyes. I was too tired leave my bed but I had to. It was the sound of packing that awakened me. My body refused to move but I forced it out of bed. As I stepped out my room, I saw her trying to carry the heavy luggage. I smiled at her thinking “don’t leave”. She gave me a warm smile that explained “I have to”. We hugged and said our goodbyes and I walked her outside. I met her four years ago back in the states. I remember wondering who she was. She looked Kuwaiti, at least Arab. But she wasn’t, she was American. A lot of people said that we look alike. Maybe we do! We shared same ideas and interests. We hanged out a lot, worked at the same place for two years. We ended up being really good friends. We did all those crazy things. She didn’t like partying or drinking neither did I. There was not much to do in a small town. People would either do clubbing or go to bar, but we had our own way. I bet she wouldn’t forget the time where we came up with this game. At 1 am each one of us had to go around town convincing people to give them free items. It can be anything but it had to be given to us for free. The one who would collect the most wins. We travelled together on breaks. Days were passing by very fast and graduation day was approaching. I was graduating and she wasn’t. She helped me with packing and moving out. She wondered if I would ever come back to the states to visit or I would just forget all about this girl from college.

Now it’s been almost a year since graduation and since I last saw her. It was great knowing we will be in Europe at the same time. I insisted on her visiting me and she finally did. Bad news that I was sick the weekend she was here. I felt bad. She has never been in the UK before & I wanted to show her around. She ended up staying most of the time home taking care of me. I forced my self out of bed and convincing myself I wasn’t sick. I pretended that I am fully healthy and took her sightseeing. I wasn’t feeling good but it had to be done this way. She wasn’t here to take care of me; she was here to have fun.

I wanted to cry but didn’t. We hugged again and I promised that I will come and visit sometime soon. I watched the taxi driver taking off and I stood there for a while. It was dark and freezing. I felt the rain drops on me and then realized I was in the middle of the street barefoot wearing my pyjamas. I got into my apartment and back to my bed but was not able to sleep. I started crying. I didn’t want to be here. Not without the people I care for, and not while I am so sick.