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.

It was a feeling unmatched, to be sought by another.

They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites.

They say the sould cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites, he said.

Feelings had transpired without permission, conspired without his brain, working with what was left of his heart.

Heart of my heart. Moon of my soul.