This is Love Story
I loved him so much. I wanted it to be mine now. Because it was beautiful. At least with my love. To my mother, I said, mother forgive…
She became the second woman I loved after you. I found myself in it. Let’s go now, I said to them for a coffee. My grandmother smiled and smiled. Anyway, I convinced my mother. I bought flowers, chocolate… I took the road to my mother’s house with my beloved. As you know, when my mother became both my mother and father… My heart felt like it was going to screech. As we approached the street where their house is located, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of its place. I can’t remember ever being this excited in my entire life. It was like my feet wanted to run. And we came to their house. Just as I pressed the bell, my eyes met with my mother. And I pressed the bell.
His father came to the door, behind his father was my loved one. His eyes were smiling. I could see that. You can understand the sincerity of the woman who truly loves, from the eyes she looks at the man she loves. When you look at the man you love, your eyes smile.
We didn’t get a chance to talk much with her father. He doesn’t really know me. However, his mother was in control of this matter. Usually, women tell their mothers about the man they love. Men are like that too, for example, he only tells the woman he loves to his mother. We went in after being ordered. We are sitting together.
Of course, his father’s eye is on me. I’m excited too, but I don’t show it.
There was an unexplainable stress on me. By the way, my favorite was making the coffees in the kitchen, I guess.
We already talked before. He can’t beat me. That’s why he would put less salt in my cup. But anyway, as long as his father says I gave him away, I’ll eat the salt in the package. While the coffees were being drunk, his father asked, “What are you busy with?” “I’m busy loving your daughter, sir,” I said.
“How?” he asked, surprised. “I don’t have a job you know. I am unemployed. But I love your daughter.” I said. He laughed lightly. If he couldn’t give, he should have given. ‘Look, father. Your daughter’s surname is a very noble surname, I instilled in your daughter enough trust, love and peace to accept my surname. I have given that trust. And because your daughter is aware of this, we have come this far. I was only three years old, when my father left us with my mother, I understood then that I had to stand on my own feet. My mother is a very father, she should not be better than you. If God permits, if I have a child with your daughter, I will make up for the missing parts that my father left in me. I will add it from my mother’s heart. I love your daughter, sir. On this occasion, after my age, the word father is added to my vocabulary. Still, you know the best of everything.” I said and kept quiet. She had tears in her eyes before she spoke. And after the father saw this, he extended his hand to me. I kissed too. I said to myself, “I love the lady on her forehead”. We witnessed tears when I loved. And I could never let a woman down who loved me enough to risk carrying my last name. After these events, we took our step by imagining that our names would stand in the same glass…
Millet to you.
If they ask me what is love,
I say it’s a woman giving up her last name.
Unfinished Tomorrows
Some things are left unfinished. Unfinished is better for tomorrow, as it will never end.
We were half shards of the same piece as you. No matter how hard we tried, something was always missing to come together. You are my best unfinished half. You are my most beautiful resentment, my cold tea that I forgot in my glass. We were two travelers walking the same road as you, but going to different places.
Some beauties are left unfinished.
smile on lips,
cup of tea,
read books,
letters written….
Some lives are better for the remaining tomorrows. Maybe you’re not aware of it right now, but later on you’ll have ‘wishes’ and ‘goodbye’. But no matter how offended you are, never be someone’s “desire”. Have it in mind. When you strain your memory, your face comes to mind.
