I never told you how much I loved those morning runs with you.
I never told you how much I loved to hear you say my name.
I never told you how often I reread your letters, and how I now feel agonized, to know they are lost to me.
I never told you that I think the world of you, that I want to read more of your words, that I think you should write a book and publish it.
I never thanked you for going to the front lines with me. For coming between me and the grenade.
I never told you that I love you. And I regret that, most of all.
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“Batılı akıl tabiata bir sevgili gibi değil, bir yâr gibi değil, bir fahişe gibi muamele eder.”
Ne biçim iklim bu? Ne biçim ülke? Bedava verseler almam.
loving you
felt like leaving a book out in the wind
the pages turned too fast for me to read
i didn’t get enough time
to adore you
to explore you
to trace your lines with my fingertips
and reread my favorite parts
to live the story i knew we were meant to be
before i knew it
the book was closed
the story was over
~unfinished
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