“True love is the commitment between two souls where body never betrays”
“Pretty people are a dime a dozen and sex can be had with a complete stranger......but crossing paths with one who awakens within you a poetic melody that echoes throughout the depths of your soul, that is one of life s truest delicacies.”
“The sun leaves often and I watch like a lover who s not yet vulnerable enough to ask it to stay a little longer.”
“I m not simple. Loving me will never be easy. I bring every travesty that s rocked me- with me, to the table. I won t pretend to be something I m not, and I don t expect you to be blemish free either. That s much too boring of an existence. A past means you ve lived, you ve prevailed. My ears are open. My heart is accepting. I want to know how you are. I want to know what made you... and I want to feel free to share the not so pretty parts of me, with you.”
“It is not enough to say love in Arabic. You must say be the thing that buries me.”
“The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air…. touching your skin…Saying goodbye…The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.”
“I finally got you to love me the way I love you.”
“She wants a love. A deep kind of love. Someone who loves to listen to her. Someone who touches her heart by his words and feelings... Someone who puts her head on his shoulders for her to cry on, may be once in a while... Someone who is comfortable being her best friend. Someone who reassures her that life is indeed beautiful...”
“You be the Music, I ll be the Words, Together, let s make a Song! To be hummed by generations forever Long!”
“You keep reading her again and again and again. You can never stop reading her. Because she is your favorite book!”
“Because I was tired of being your boat. Because I didn’t want to be your harbor anymore. I wanted to be your storm.”
“Ask the hearts about [your] affections, for indeed they are witnesses that do not accept bribes.”
“Bat’s hips begin to thrust up, his hand surrenders control of her head and lays back to expose all...”
“Friendship can only succeed when its conditions are fulfilled, and he who fulfils all or some of these conditions may be befriended, and if not, then do not attribute any of your friendship to him. The first of these conditions is that he should treat you in public the same as he treats you in private. Secondly, that your source of pride is a source of pride for him, and your source of shame is a source of shame for him too. Thirdly, that neither friendship [with others] nor wealth should render him envious of you. Fourthly, that he must not prevent you from obtaining that which you have the capacity for, and fifthly – and this sums up all the other qualities – that he must not give up on you in times of misfortune.”
“my lover stays lanes apart but it feels like continents once he stops replying on whatsapp: he has checked my story on instagram but one of these days, social media will be the death of me. my lover shows up on my door unannounced, two different flavours of doughnuts in his hand, he knows i have been crying. they d taste better if they weren t so soggy, but i have enough filters on my phone to make them look pretty, my friends would be jealous, favourite desserts from half-closed, overpriced airport shops, a hundred cities away. my lover holds my hand A hasn t called me back he says, their boyfriends do not get them their and kisses my neck, i wish there was a song by the 1975 playing in the background, but instagram music isn t supported in my region. i haven t seen him in eight days, it s funny when i write it down because i was sure it was a millennium, we yearn for skin, touch, smell, but let me quickly take a photograph, make him look like he s not looking, our love can go stale, but my social media needs to keep its aesthetic game strong. two boomerangs, seven filters, and one kissing selfie later, we explode. without words, without music. i feel like it s my first kiss again. this is how it must have felt to be in love a thousand years ago.”
“Lovers devour one another.”