Habibi was for friends and love that was real enough.Hayati was when love became an all-encompassing thing. Deeper and deeper, until one became the other’s life.Roohi was when a soul twined with its match and loved with the force of a thousand suns. When it slipped beneath the heart and tangled in the very fibers of an existence.

Before that beautiful heart that harmed none and loved too much-stopped.

...and he laughed a laugh she loved more than the warmest of fires on the coldest of nights.

The beauty that withstands all. Stubborn in the harshest of atmospheres.

A flower. White and whiskered in a fringe of ice. Silken petals held together in a loose grip

If he's the darkness, then you're his moon, and the moon wasn't made to be caged.