I thought it was love

What does the book that I thought was love talk about? Anyway, the book is a collection of thoughts carrying within it a love story that was not completed, an Eastern man who quickly vanishes into the air of reality from the dreams of his Eastern or Arab girl lover in general, who, as usual, leaves a wounded heart after him.. Damn! Why?! Why doesn't the Arab man move forward in his dream until he makes it a reality with his lover?