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Photo taken last 12 June 2009 at City Tower Hotel, Dubai - Kenneth Garrido’s birthday party.

Photo taken last 12 June 2009 at City Tower Hotel, Dubai - Kenneth Garrido’s birthday party.

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Photo taken last 10 January 2009, a week before we became officially together at Barracuda Beach Resort celebrating Kathleen’s birthday.

Photo taken last 10 January 2009, a week before we became officially together at Barracuda Beach Resort celebrating Kathleen’s birthday.

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[Photo taken last 22 May 2009 at Goddess’ birthday]

[Photo taken last 22 May 2009 at Goddess’ birthday]

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[Photo taken last 13 August 2009]

[Photo taken last 13 August 2009]

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[Photo taken last 13 August 2009 at Barracuda Beach Resort - Essa aka E.One’s birthday party]

[Photo taken last 13 August 2009 at Barracuda Beach Resort - Essa aka E.One’s birthday party]

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[Photo taken last 22 July 2009 at Rocky’s Cafe, Dubai - celebrating my love Waleed’s 21st birthday.]

[Photo taken last 22 July 2009 at Rocky’s Cafe, Dubai - celebrating my love Waleed’s 21st birthday.]

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[Photo taken last 16 January 2009]

[Photo taken last 16 January 2009]

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[Photo taken last 16 January 2009]

[Photo taken last 16 January 2009]

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Love is … Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the dong birds singing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover’s mouth, a half-complete cigarette, coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you receive in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your finger nails, you grandmother’s musical box, the ballet shoes you’ve had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks,  the tooth fairy, your hands and the things that you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover’s hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover’s ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development … No. Love is .. YOU, I and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about. [Photo taken last 16 January 2009]

Love is …

Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the dong birds singing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover’s mouth, a half-complete cigarette, coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you receive in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your finger nails, you grandmother’s musical box, the ballet shoes you’ve had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks,  the tooth fairy, your hands and the things that you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover’s hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover’s ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development …

No. Love is .. YOU, I and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.

[Photo taken last 16 January 2009]

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