Two with a cloud between them

Author's name: Mahmoud Shaker Mahmoud

It's the first time, but I don't know much about first times, or even that some of them came incomplete. The joy of first things never came in full. The first time I tasted ice cream, the first time I knew that flowers had a scent, the first time I cried in my mother's lap when I lost my little cat. But this time seemed different, like a cold wind blowing in the middle of summer, awakening all the sleepy feelings in the heart. I don't know.. I may seem hasty in what I feel.. or is this the fuel of love, can I call this love? Even when I wanted to lean on something, my father's words rang in my head when he said that love does not knock on doors, but is thrown into hearts. Today I believe that everything in my senses bore witness to what greeted me and settled in the homelands of my feelings.