It’s a little strange, but I believe I was waiting for it all my life.

I was waiting for this kind of love, the love I had been missing for so long.

Everywhere I looked, I only saw fake love… until I met you.

I met you through social media. I saw your photos and felt something I can't explain something rare, something that only comes once in a lifetime. So I messaged you, and from the first message, it felt magical.

We connected instantly. We talked and talked… and the more we spoke, the more I felt we already knew each other.

We shared the same ideas, the same faith, and the same heart.

Every day during Ramadan, we would talk for hours. We explored deep and dreamy conversations, used riddles, imagined stories together it was like living in a fantasy world, but it was real to us.

Then one day you told me about your birthday trip to France…

And I was so happy to know the date the jewel of my life was born.

When you said you were planning to go alone, I suggested Morocco instead

a more affordable, more beautiful place filled with amazing beaches and culture.

I sent you pictures and videos, and you liked the idea.

You decided to come, and everything started to grow from there.

You came during Ramadan, a time when many stores are closed and life slows down here, but I wanted to help however I could.

That’s how we are we love to help.

Even though I was fasting, the moment I met you, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time…

I felt alive.

We spent the best days of my life together Ramadan, Eid, and your birthday.

And on your birthday, something strange and beautiful happened: a meteor fell in my city.

I will never forget that day it felt like the universe was celebrating you.

Even though we only spent 10 days together, it felt like years.

Our connection grew stronger, even though I don’t speak English fluently.

Sometimes I didn’t understand every word, but I always understood your spirit.

I tried using Darija, French, even body language

and somehow, it worked.

It was funny and beautiful at the same time.

Sometimes I’d speak and worry you wouldn't understand,

and then you’d speak and I’d understand you perfectly.

That’s something I’ll never forget.

Our story is filled with special memories

Like how it always rained in Agadir when we talked.

Rain is rare in my city, but every time we talked, the sky opened.

I said those rains were messages from you

because our love was pure and real.

I love you, Maureen.

You are the other half of my soul.

I was waiting for you.

And now I just wait for the day we share a home, a life.

I accept every part of you. I love you exactly as you are.

This is our story… and it's only just beginning.