My soul sees its equal in you.
Shazi, I prefer the color blue to any other. The scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. I despise figs. Lastly, I will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night— For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you. Khalid.
Love is—a shade of what I feel.
You are not weak. You are not indecisive. You are strong. Fierce. Capable beyond measure.
Get up, Shahrzad al-Khayzuran. You kneel before no one. Least of all me.
You have a beautiful laugh. Like the promise of tomorrow.
I know love is fragile. And loving someone like you is near impossible. Like holding something shattered through a raging sandstorm. If you want her to love you, shelter her from that storm…And make certain that storm isn’t you.
