“ There is something charming and peculiar about a beginning. You feel it, like the change of seasons, from winter to spring, from spring to summer. You feel it; the new blood pumping inside your veins.… Malak El Halabi
“ Count your salted wounds then name themlike the stars of a bright constellationCount your scars and bruises then give themthe wings of forgiveness to fly Malak El Halabi
“ It was the moment I heard your laughter. The moment I heard us laughing, two cascades in the middle of a desert, careless and uninhibited. Malak El Halabi
“ You taste like the last drop of whiskeyat 3 amafter a lousy daylike the first gulp of coffee on a Monday sipped behind a deskhot and bitterlike the burning at the back of the throatafter the first cig… Malak El Halabi
“ How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three common words that can't even start to express the magnitude nor the depth of my emotions. How can I write in my own blood whil… Malak El Halabi
“ I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks... Malak El Halabi
“ I want to be the thought that takes your mind off the road and your hand off the steering wheel. Malak El Halabi
“ The sea is in your eyes. Your face is an eternal summer. Whoever told you otherwise is a fool! Malak El Halabi
“ Perhaps your notion of relationships is different than mine.You want something that would be a long term safe bet. I don't believe in that. I don't believe in eternity or safe bets. I believe in the u… Malak El Halabi
“ You are the Arabian stallion that neighs on the crossroad of my heart ache covering me with the dust of my own ardor. Malak El Halabi
“ Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed. Malak El Halabi
“ I didn't sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile-- and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my sen… Malak El Halabi
“ Relationships are like walls painted off-white and every time you’ll hurt me, it will be like resting dirty shoes on them, like bashing holes in the walls, one after the other. And then there will com… Malak El Halabi
