Dearest,
I'm so sorry to disappoint you, but I failed you. The path you chose for me has a dead end and not with a graduation hat that would prove that I am as smart and hard working as you believed I could be. The good girl you believed was somewhere inside me, your Beatles girl, your shortie, is long gone. But oh, your stubborn one is still here. It's been years and spreading the love you gave me didn't do me any good, not in such society I guess.. You'd know that. I almost forgot your scent until a stranger passed by me the other day and threw a couple of warm memories with the passing scent, the sound of your laugh is almost fading and the the regret of never telling you I loved you doesn't hurt as much, because I know now that you knew.. you knew. you knew! I REALLY HOPE I'M NOT LYING TO MYSELF BECAUSE I CAN'T LIVE WITH THE GUILT ANYMORE.
I need you.
I'm in desperate need of your guidance.
I miss you.
Again and forever, I hope you're where we pray to be.
Goodbye.

your stubborn one,
Huda