I met him in june 1998.I didn't like him that much.
I live in an arabic society,but i was born and grown in austria,my parents and even my grandma were very happy with this relation.
like i said,i didn't like him but i learned to love him,he was my teacher.
Iwas still a teenager,17.
He was 20.
One day my mother read my diaries,which i wrote about my first kiss and the first time he said "I LOVE YOU" and all our secrets.
My mother became very angry and she said that we schould marry,just on paper until i finish hischool.
He lived all his live in new jersy in usa,he was new in egypt,just like me.
BUT we didn't marry because he had bad storry in usa,i knew that but my parents didn't.
so my mother sent me to another country,to my dad (my parents are divorced since i was two tears old).
Inever saw him again.
Nine years passed but his love still runs through my veins,i never forgot his love.
Now i'm married and have two wonderfull boys,i live now in saudia arabia.
I'm happy with my husband,but i guess im not in love with him.
