The Story Of My Leaving
A jittering excitement climbed throughout my body as the clock turned over to midnight. I waited contained by my third floor apartment for my best friend Journey, to arrive and carry me away to an escape dripping anticipation. My suitcase lay awkwardly on my unmade bed as I snapped photographs of my bedroom and myself. I wore a particular outfit that I would never imagine I would be forbidden, by my own heart, to wear; simple shorts and a short sleeve T-shirt. I quickly sent the photographs of myself smiling in easy happiness, to my boyfriend Moustafa, faraway in Egypt. As I waited till 1am, I sipped on coffee, loving the caffeine banging through my heart adding to my thrill. This was the summer of 2011 that would change my life till it was stripped bare of nothing and built into something utterly different.
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