11hours

it's the time it took me to decide to let you go, when I say 11 hours of time at it is not different moment it's 11 hours of time in a row to ask me should I write a new story with you or let you go I finally decided that you weren't made for me and I decided to start asking God to separate us but he didn't answer me, but once there in front of the door which bore the name "******" prostrate I begged him not to separate us forgetting everything I wanted to ask him there was just your "name" which came out of my mouth I asked him to grant you everything you wanted, but I also asked him to put my love in your heart that was not my intention but I did not have the power to stop this duah maybe in my subconscious that is what I desire , at the end of the prayer I said to myself at 1 p.m. I will fix everything if only I knew, that the mere fact of pronouncing your name in prostration would only make me cry, perhaps I was afraid of losing you, but what I want is for you to get up one morning and stop talking to me that was my intention but there prostrate in the mosque of the beloved of God I begged the almighty not to take you back, I beg him to make you mine, I wanted you and only you......