I like you because the very first thing we did was talk and talk and talk, and all the crazy talk made sense.
like you because I drove you crazy, I drove you nuts, I drove you up
the wall and, when you came down from the wall, everything was forgotten
I like you because, when I said "I'm going to the land of cedars, will you come with me?", you excitedly said "I will!"
like you because through the torrid heat, the bombs, the tears, the
loneliness and, quite frankly the madness, you stood firm and committed,
even when I myself wavered.
like you when you say "bonjourak", "habibi", and "ma behki arabi", and
smile. I also like you a lot when you feast on mezze, when you relax
while smoking your nargileh and have a cup of "ahwe turki", and even
when you shed a tear with Feirouz's "Li Beirut".
like you because, when I'd see just buildings and pieces of art, you
help me see architects, eras, ideas. I like that I can learn from you.
like you because you let me dream of adventures, and I like you because
you follow me in my adventures, even when my planning was too fantastic
and too impractical and you have to drag your luggage through jungle
and dirt roads.
like you when you learn all those amazing things like Taichi, which I
never liked, but I really liked how much you were learning and doing.
like you because I can love, and be loved, and be hurt, and you'll be
there, maybe annoyed, but never too long, and always ready to comfort me
with cuddles, and food, and movies, and whatever I like.
like you when I see you meditate at a zen garden. And I like that you
can forget about me, and enjoy your meditating. I like you because I
can feel free because you do what you need. And because it looks so
cool in a zen garden!
I like you when you eat "jiaozi". You look so happy. And when you're happy, you shine, and I like that a lot.
like you when I come up with a new idea, sometimes a whole change in my
life, and you let me be. I like that you're honest, because often you
look at me in disbelief, or even fear, but you always support me and
walk with me no matter what. That makes me super like you.
I say I like you because you're so handsome, and strong, and sexy? I
especially like you when I unexpectedly see you and, before I recognise
you, the first thing I think is "that's a hot guy".
I like you because you have the most beautiful eyes. I liked you even more when I realised they were two-coloured!
like you when you discover new ways to express your artistic you. I
like you a lot when you write, but I like you a lot when you discover
you write, you paint, you dance... Then I like you aplenty!
you get mad at me, I really dislike you. But even when I dislike you
the most, I still like you, because you're honest, and loving, and
understanding. Very understanding.
I like you when you
say you like what I write. You write a lot. You read even more. So I
really like it when you read what I write and when you like it I like
you so much more!
I like you because you make me proud when I show to the world who you are and what you do.
like you when I see that I have so many reasons to like you, and so
many moments when I like you, that I could write on and on and on and
like you because, after ten years of my keeping your life in chaos, of
enduring my obfuscating stubbornness, of suddenly finding yourself in
the midst of my activist fits, of sometimes loosing me to my need for
space to heal from sadness, of receiving oft ill-planned surprises, you
still want to walk with me, free, without demanding anything but
I like you, because I know you don't mind
I've written this in English so I could share with everyone what an
amazing man you are to me.
like you, and I really like my last 10 years with you, and I'm already
liking my next 2, 3, 20, 50 or 120 years with you. Happy anniversary!
2002 - Mexico City, Mexico
2003 - Beirut, Lebanon
2004 - Santorini, Greece
2005 - Shanghai, China
2006 - Kyoto, Japan
2007 - Beijing, China
2008 - Pingyao, China
2009 - Uluwatu, Indonesia
2010 - Reykjavik, Iceland
2011 - Toronto, Canada
*The idea for this text came from a very moving wedding ceremony from two close friends. You know who you are. Thanks a lot! I really like you too, by the way.
Because respect, inclusion, rights, and the opportunity to live life fully and happily is for everyone, and not just for the media-approved, viewer-friendly, standard-beautiful stereotypes. This march is to celebrate, to remind, and to demand. A very moving and needed march indeed.