Dear self
Don't get worked up over things or people you can't control.
It's not worth the anger.
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Mrs Asya.
I grinned evilly as I stared at his pink shirt and black jacket and combed my hair, I fixed my hijab as I waited for him to come out of the bathroom, I wanted to take a picture of his reaction ,I always wanted us to wear matching, I don't know it's weird since I was only child I don't have anyone to match with so now I have been matching with my husband and making hi mwear the colour he dislikes, he whines like a child but then when he seems my smile he just gives in, that's how handsome and cute he has become since past week, that it surprises me and it feels like am still dreaming.
"Not a again,"
