365 days without you

When I ask you how your day was, don’t hesitate to send me a full blown essay; I’ll read it.

"You look tired" Thanks, I stayed up all night obsessing over things I can't control.

I hate small talk. I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, far away galaxies, the lies you've told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears.. I like people with depth who speak with emotion from a twisted mind. I don't want to know "what's up".

It’s the person you never saw coming that will change your life.

Let's get lost in a world of books, coffee, and rainy days.

How is the weather inside you?

I look at people and read the sadness in their eyes, and for a moment I am afraid; Can they read mine?

“I love talking to you, even if I have nothing to say.” Mahmoud Darwish

You and the moon are similar: you’re both bright, beautiful, yet far away from me.

Promise me not to hide yourself when you're in pain; it's unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone.

Brown things are very beautiful, like coffee and her eyes.

You are scared of losing people, but is anyone scared of losing you?

Your voice is my favorite song.

You are in my duas.

“And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.” Mahmoud Darwish

Brown eyes were never my favorite until you looked at me that way.

Good things are happening. I wish I could call you and tell you about them.

I think everyone needs a person to whom you can actually tell the truth when they ask, "How are you?".