Tamimi wasn’t just a store—it was a canvas for our shared light. Every aisle became a pathway through a galaxy of laughter, your smile turning even the smallest choices into radiant moments. Those echoes of joy still shimmer, like stars scattered across the expanse of memory.
The desert was vast, its silence profound, but your presence turned it into something extraordinary. Your voice, weaving through the stillness, painted constellations in the air, each word a star that made the infinite sky feel close and warm.
Among the dreams we shared, one shone brightly—a playful vision of a child, a ‘Filipino comet’ glowing with possibility. It was more than just a dream; it was a beacon of hope that illuminated the path we imagined together, now resting as a distant yet cherished light.
The first time I held your hand, the world seemed to hold its breath. "Cairokee - Layla" played softly in the background, and your touch felt like the birth of a new galaxy. That moment wasn’t just a touch; it was a universe, brief yet infinite, that still glows faintly in the constellations of my heart.
Our first shared cup of tea remains a quiet cornerstone in the galaxy of memories. It was simple, unassuming, yet held a gravity all its own. The warmth of the cup from abu walled mirrored the comfort of your presence, and every sip felt like a shared whisper in a language only the stars could understand.
Some stars pass through our skies only briefly, yet they leave behind a glow that lingers. If you ever look back at the galaxy we built, know that it still exists—not as a longing, but as a celebration of the light you once brought into my universe.
The constellations we crafted remain timeless, glowing softly in their own quiet corners of the cosmos. They remind me that even the brightest stars sometimes drift, yet their impact shapes the universe forever.
"The stars may shift, and galaxies may change, but some lights remain eternal in their brilliance.