If perhaps I loved you

"The way to love someone is to gently run your fingers over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack"

~Keith Miller

Habiba had the eye of all occupants in the room, all gazes lingered on the pretty bride. Getting dressed in her plum colored dress with a few hands assisting her, it was a simple gown with a detachable floral lace to be added round her waist to complete the look. A bride with a fountain of flowers behind her.

"Don't just sit there and watch, come give me a hand" Salima disposing the seat she earlier was fixated hastened at the beckon of her friend, carrying the jewel box and allowing her pick from it.

"This one. It's many shades lighter. I don't want to look all purple" Salima took the gold chain embedded with peach pearls and secured it round her friends neck.

" You look beautiful. Ma Sha Allah. Taif is so lucky" she fondly pinches her shoulder.