I don't think anyone could comprehend what I mean by falling in love. Not nowadays.

Though the Arabic word tuqburni has no real English equivalent, it can be translated to: a love so deep you could die without your partner.

And though it is incomprehensible to most of my generation, that's the kind of love I long for.

I want an unconditional kind of love, the kind of love that makes your stomach churn and your cardiac muscle clench. The kind that is absolute. The kind that makes you desperate for the other person, whether they are far from you or not. The kind that's unbearable when gone unexpressed. The kind that keeps you up at night. The kind that is difficult, that is hard. The kind that isn't always perfect.

Yes, I want all the hardship that comes with love, and I'm willing to put in the time it takes to nurture and develop that kind of love.

Which is uncommon for my generation.

My generation has forgotten about true love- about real, deep connection. My generation has made sex and love interchangeable terms.

I disagree.

Sex is our excuse for love, because we are too afraid to commit to a real connection. We mistake a physical connection between our bodies for an emotional one. We've substituted one of our deepest human emotions with a false sense of connection. Stripping our clothes is easy. Stripping to the deepest, most vulnerable parts of our souls- that is difficult.

And my generation likes quick and easy. Because everything around us is no different. We have access to limitless knowledge always at our fingertips. We live in a fast-paced world. Everything around us is fast.

Love is not. Love takes time, time my generation does not seem to have, or does not want to make.

I, on the other hand, want to make that time. I want to make time to sit down, and listen about someone's darkest fears, their deepest desires. I want to see all the ugly, and all the good in someone. I want to look into someone's eyes and see the world in them, and I want someone to do the same for me. I want my tuqburni.