“I love you, Quasim,” I blurted before I could stop myself. My heart slammed against my chest in suspense as I waited for him to react, or even speak. He peered up at me, his body frozen as if he had imagined what I nearly yelled out to him. “Baby, please… I want to know that I’m not in this alone. Quasim, I have loved you, and I want to continue loving you. I didn’t lie when I told you that I wanted to give you babies and wear your last name.” I continued on, as he hovered over me.
the way she wears her heart on her sleeve and tries so hard to accommodate to his healing yet the energy isn’t being reciprocated. c’mon simmy fight for you girl!
