(Touqa, always right)
Our story, allegedly.
A timeline of key incidents in the ongoing investigation into why we keep choosing each other.
“Enjoy the shit ✨”
The screenshot that started the case. One very unserious message, one very serious chain reaction, and thus started, THE LOOOOOOOOOORE (one fart joke at a time).

“PLATONICALLY.”
A Romaantic date, I mean, PLATONIC meet up at the graveyard, then a walk through Cairo, and an unbelievable urge to hold your pretty hands.

Our first date, who could’ve seen this one coming.
First date energy: suspiciously lovely. Also the day I told you I loved you for the first time. Subtle? Not really. Correct? Extremely.

“Oh. This is becoming a thing.”
Still trying to pretend this was casual but, we both knew from the very beginning, it has been very real.

All-you-can-eat: we took that personally.
Our strategy was simple: “get our money’s worth..” followed by nearly passing out in the process. A flawless operation.

What’s better than fulatism? Fulatism TOGETHER.
A wonderful day walking around, having one HEAVY breakfast, then “playing board games” until the end of the day. Loved every minute, being vulnerable together. I couldn’t ask for a better partner <3.

Love getting stronger every day.
Both in green, both flashing peace signs, both somehow getting even more adorable. The evidence is extremely convincing.

Back where we started. This time non-platonically.
Looking for inspiration for our future home together, for some reason. Just a completely normal thing for two people who are definitely not building a little life together.

A battle of honour. A swordfight if you will.
I only hope you don’t have a bigger sword.

Holding hands, making pizza, being right.
The latest date: a very romantic table, homemade pizza, and my unquestionably superior method. Mine was horrendous. Still, love won.

“To be continued…”
Still weird. Still in love. Still trying out new food places together. The next chapter is a cliffhanger, but the current evidence suggests it’s forever and ever.

Mohamed loves Touqa an unreasonable amount. Touqa is objectively the best thing that ever happened to Mohamed. Further studies are unnecessary. Happy birthday, my love.
