He often got questions like, "Am I pretty, Alhaitham?" Or, "Would you still choose me if a better option came?"

Truth is, he wanted more of you. In his mind, he was dressing you in light, wrapping you in blankets of complete acceptance–and giving himself to you.

He longed for you; he who usually longed without longing, as though he were unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, utterly longed for every inch of you.