In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
It rained heavily the last time I went out to blog my love for you, so I wound up spending too much time at the Internet cafe, plus getting soaked as well. I still have this lingering chest congestion from the Flu Of The Year. It started with a cough, and I still have a cough, and when I sing, it sounds like I'm about to throw up. I hate singers. As a technician, I hate singers. Sure, they may argue that their body is their musical instrument. Prima Donnas, all of them.
Now you may not feel that you are at the top because life might be too mundane for you, or you're not rich enough, or whatever. I have inspiration from Allah that the both of you are at the top of your business at this time. So you must not feel and behave as if you are ungrateful about the position that Allah has given you. The mundane is much more romantic anyway. Planning meals, checking for love messages, etc. It's kind of like Floofy: other creatures are feeding off her poop. Yeah it's gross, but it isn't easy at the top. So you shouldn't be trying to step up, nor should you be sliding into the abyss. Devote your energy into conserving your energy, and slowing down. Pray. You are my wives inshaAllah, you are the most beautiful women in the world, and I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you.
