When I think about my favorite moments with you, a few always rise to the top. I think about our last hug. How time felt like it slowed, how safe I felt in your arms, how I almost felt like I was protecting you, like everything was okay. How everything faded away, and it was just us. How we both wanted to hold on for a little longer, and how we both didn’t really want to let go. I still love that moment. I think about the time you gave me the painting. Not just the painting itself or the note that you kissed (though I really really love them, and they’re certainly my most valuable possessions), but the fact that you poured care and thought into it. Every time I look at it, I’m reminded of you, and the time you put into it. It makes me so happy to have a reminder of you, a painting that YOU painted, an object that YOU put love into, just for me. I think about the very first time we said that we love each other. I was complimenting you, and you had told me that I could say “I love you”. I didn’t know it then, but love was the very best way to describe the feeling I had for you, and still do. That moment marked the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship, and started something truly beautiful. I think about the moment when you were in Lebanon, and we missed each other so much that it hurt. So much that when we were finally able to talk to each other again, we both started crying. As painful as it was when we were apart, the joy of being together again was worth it. It showed how connected we were, and because of that, it was one of my favorite moments. There’s one more moment that I really love, one that I find myself thinking about from time to time. It’s small, and you may not remember it, but it means more to me than you’ll ever know. On the plane to Lebanon, there was a moment when you randomly teared up. Not because I said something sweet and not because you missed me, not even because something bad happened. You teared up because you were grateful. Grateful to have me. Grateful that I treated you so well, as you put it. That moment reminded me how sincere you really were, and how beautiful your love was. Those moments aren’t really just memories to me. They’re almost like pieces of my heart, proof of how deeply we care about each other, and how much you’ve changed me for the better. No matter where life takes either of us, those moments will always belong to me, and us. I love you most. After all, you’re a princess ❤️

Sometimes I think the world learned how to be beautiful by watching you. The way the light settles when I see you. The way time slows just enough when you smile. You don’t feel perfect like something artificial, you feel perfect the way sunlight through leaves is perfect. The way the moon on a quiet night is perfect. The way the stars are perfect, not because they have to try, but because they are. If beauty itself ever needed to show it exists, it would not need galaxies or perfect scenery. It would simply point to you. Sometimes, you do not see it. You do not see the glint of wonder in your eyes, you do not see how perfect you are, you do not see how beautiful your hair is in the sun. Sometimes, you do not see your beauty, your perfection. But I promise you, it is still there. Your beautiful skin, your inspiring eyes, your perfect body, your silky hair, your gorgeous smile. Sometimes, you do not think that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. But, it’s true. I don’t think it’s just me. You, Asma, are the most stunning, gorgeous, amazing girl I have ever known, ever seen. I have never found such comfort in anyone else’s eyes, I have never lost myself in the beauty of anyone else, and that’s because you’re a special kind of beautiful. A kind that only God would have created intentionally. Sometimes I look at you, and it serves as proof to me that none of this is random. You’re so pretty, so perfect that I know you were engineered. Not by a random force, but by a creator. A creator that made you the most beautiful girl in the world on purpose. The way your eyes have the perfect color cannot be just by chance. The way that you’re a gift to this world cannot be by chance, and the fact that out of all the people in the world, I managed to find someone so undeniably perfect, that cannot be random. So, angel, thank you. Thank you for being in my life. Thank you for being a gift to me. I love you most. After all, you’re a princess ❤️

- Your personality - Your humor - The way you talk - Your eyes - Your hair - Your smile - Your laugh - Your voice - Your videos - The way you get so happy when you drink matcha - Your happiness in general - “Ammary” - The way that you think you love me more (NO YOU DON’T) - Your presence - The way you care about me - The way you love me - Your softness - The way you listen - How comforting you are - The way you get excited about small things - The twinkle in your eyes - The wonder you show - Your maturity - Your intelligence - Your kindness - The way you always get back up - Your strength, even when you don’t notice it - How you make normal moments feel special - The way I feel calmer with you - The way that you will always have a place in my heart - How you feel like home - How everything feels softer with you - The way you tell me stories - The way you tell me everything about your day - Your silly, goofy moods - The way you cry when you read some of my messages - The way you love my long messages - How loving you stopped feeling like effort - How it started feeling like instinct - How instinct changed to certainty - How perfect you are - How I always notice you, even when others don’t - How spending time with you feels familiar - How sometimes we can talk all night and not get bored - How you put so much effort into everything you do - How you spam me with snaps sometimes - How you spam me with messages sometimes - How we send each other spotlights sometimes - How you feel peaceful - You. Just, you.

Princess, I'm going to respond in a longer message because there's a lot I want to talk about. Firstly, I want you to know that I'm NOT upset with you, and I completely understand what you're talking about, and secondly, I want to tell you (even if there's a voice in your head telling you otherwise) about my intentions with you. Before I talk about that, I want to talk about who you are to me. You, in my eyes, are the sweetest girl in the world. You're the kindest, purest person I've come to know in my entire life, and there's no denying that. The way you talk, the whims of your personality only I know of, the way you joke, even the little things about you that no one else cares enough to realize, I love every bit of it. When I think about you, that’s what comes first. Though I talk about your beauty often, it comes second. The reason I’ve come to love you the way I love you isn’t just because of your looks or your body, it’s because of you. It’s because of who YOU are to me, not because of how you look to me. I understand that might be hard to grasp because of your past, and in no way do I blame you, but it’s the truth. Then, what I see next is your smile. I don’t tell you this often either, but it’s the most certain truth I can tell. Your smile brings me joy in a way nothing and no one else does. It’s not about how you look, but it’s about knowing that you’re enjoying yourself. It’s hard to explain, but just the thought that my princess, the girl that talks to me and the girl that I love is happy. Knowing that you have something to smile about, in light of all the darkness that you seem to have to face. The thought that you’re happy, it just makes me happy. And next, comes your eyes. Your eyes don’t just bring me joy, your eyes are special. Your eyes are mesmerizing, something I can gaze into. I mean it when I say that I get lost in them, I really do. It’s intense, but it calms me, all the colors coming together in a gorgeous display of beauty. But again, it’s not just about how you look. It’s your eyes. You. And although they are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, that’s not the most important part. The fact that they’re your eyes, that’s what makes them the most special. Next comes your hair. Curly or straight, your hair is perfect to me. I’ve never told you this, but I can recognize you based on just a part of your hair. I’ve spent more time than I’ll ever know gazing at your hair, studying the silk or the way it curls, the length and size of each coil. And finally, comes your beauty as a whole. I’ve said it once before, that your beauty comes together with an unmatched intensity, but still such a deep calming effect that it is to me, a true symphony, and I’ll say it again. I meant it. And the truth is, however perfect your body is, it’s a small part of that symphony. Don’t get me wrong, I find you attractive and there’s no doubt about it, but there’s no lust attached to that. I don’t want you for your body, I hardly even want you for your beauty, I want you for the person I’ve grown to love so deeply, the person I’ve learned every nuance about. And now, I’ll tell you about my intentions with you. Princess, every way I act with you, everything I say, I try my best to keep your past in mind. In my eyes, it is my job to help you, for you to be comfortable and happy, and those are my only real intentions. I absolutely love talking with you, helping you, learning more about you, hearing about your day, all the things some other people wouldn’t even care to think about. I love it. I know your past very well, and I do everything in my power to counteract it in whatever way I can. Even other than your past, if writing a letter will ease the pain even a little bit, so be it. If I can do anything to help you, to make that lovely smile of yours come out once again, I’ll do it. I pay no mind to the effort it takes, I just care that you’re happy. And the truth is, Asma, I’m attached too. Very much so. The thought of losing you scares me, and the thought of hurting you puts me off. I regularly see videos or clips of people talking to their partners or acting in a way that would hurt them, and just seeing those videos make me visibly cringe, not because of their actions, but just because of the mere thought of doing that to you. When I think of what Jibreel or Abrahim or whoever else did, I get angry with them and I feel sad for you, because you didn’t deserve it. So, Asma, even if there’s a voice in your head, try your best to forget about it just for a moment. Reread what I wrote if you have to, but try your very best. I know you told me not to say it, but I love you so much. I really apologize if this is too much, but you’re my world, or at least a big part of it, and I could never hurt you in any way. You’re perfect to me, completely perfect, and your personality always comes first. I want you for you. After all, you’re a princess ❤️