We Were Lovers Before Light - Novel Chapter 2

The very next day, I was in my room with a book in my hands, The Forty Rules of Love. I was reading slowly, quietly, letting the words sink in.

Then I came across a line:

“May love find you when you least expect, where you least expect.”

That sentence held me. Froze me, almost.

Because it felt like it was written for me.

I sat there for a long time, just thinking. That line connected to so many corners of my life.

I had been in darkness. In pain. In chaos.

I was lost.

Nothing made sense.

And that’s exactly when she appeared.

That’s where this line fits. Not just fits, it explains everything.

She came when I wasn’t looking. When I didn’t even believe someone could.

She became the unexpected love.

The silent miracle.

The answer to a question I hadn’t even asked yet.

The book in my hands didn’t feel like fiction anymore. It felt like reflection.

Somewhere between Rumi’s wisdom and Elif’s story, I felt her, my story. The way she looked at me, the way she made space for me, it blurred the line between literature and real life.

Then suddenly, a pop-up appeared on my screen. A message.

“Hello my heart, where are you? I’m here.”

And I smiled.

Not the surface kind of smile.

The kind that travels through your body like warm tea on a cold day.

She was here. In the room where we always meet. The room that’s quietly become our little world.

A place filled with laughter, secrets, stories…

A place where silence feels like language.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

She calls me Zargya.

In Arabic, it means Qalb.

In English, Heart.

But to me, it means something far more than that.

It feels like home packed into one word.

Anyway, I looked at her message and then back at the book in my lap. And I thought,

One day, I’ll write a book too.

A book about us.

About this quiet, strange, beautiful love.

I gently placed the book down and stood in front of the mirror. Maybe to fix my hair. Maybe not.

But when I looked at myself, I didn’t see my reflection.

I saw a question.

What did she see in me?

What was so lovable, so rare, so worth choosing?

And I swear, I don’t know.

But I do know this:

I am lucky. I am blessed.

I have been trusted with something so precious; it humbles me every time I think of it.

And I will never stop thanking God.

Not just for her love

But for her.