So, yes, I will marry you. Someday. If you'll have me," he said modestly.
"Of course I will, you idiot," I said with a shriek, and threw myself into his arms.

It’s a thorny road for dreamers and poets who fantasize of majestic places and deep-seated desires of the heart that their hands may never hold.

It’s easy to get caught up in where the world is going and lose sight of the direction we were headed.

When you chronically interrupt your time with whom ever you're with to answer your phone/text you are saying that the caller is more important.

The best narrative is one of infinite love. A spiritual affair--one not of the material world. Intermingled, with no beginning nor end--it will always stand the test of time.

أنا عندي سؤال سفيه
حبيني وفلسفيه
لو إن الدنيا فيها
شيء غير اللي إحنا فيه