Chapter 18

  INCEST

  'If only wishes were horses, beggars would ride', Habib thought to himself.

  He could recall the days with Salamat. They were always contesting on who was the best writer.

  Then, he scribbled on his notepad.

  Here I am, me who found love in a good soul,

  But lost it.

  Here I am, craving.

  Making the good old memories lingering in my heart a thing of regret.

  Here I am, really wishing you were here or I was there.

  Here I am, living a life of remorse.

  Wishing I can have a taste of your love.

  How can I have you? I keep asking myself.

  How can I stop my heart from fluttering?

  Where can I find the bonds that ache

  Bonds that will break love.....

  The love I have for you.

  Habib dropped his pen and was lost in thought for a while. He remembered a quote he saw in one of Salamat's books, then he opened a new page.