A love story
A love story
It was an autumn morning. The wind was blowing, and it was raining lightly. I saw a park on the way. I was planning to go and sit on a bench there. I'm tired. I was very tired at the same time. I lost my memory. I did not remember the people I loved. I just remembered my mother. The only reason I remember him was his efforts to remember him. Shan my mind is empty darkness. Rather dark. As I tried to remember, my head hurt like it was going to crack and I was trying to remember the old ones. Surely one day I remember ...
I came to the bank and sat down. A young man was sitting on the side bank. And he was quite alone. He was staring gazing at the sea. It was obvious that he was very unhappy. I got out of the bench I sat down and sat next to him. He was still staring at the sea. He did not even notice I was sitting next to him. I turn to her:
What's wrong with you? I said you look very unhappy. Looking at the sea:
I'm fine. He said, you're wrong. I would never have been wrong about this. Repeat him:
If you do not want to tell me, I understand. But I said, can I sit with you? I was feeling very peaceful and safe here. I was happy. Not knowing why. It continued for a while like this silence. Then the young turned to me:
Even if you do not remember you anymore than you do and if you are acting like you are a stranger to you, do you know how hard you are? Do you know how it feels to go to see him from afar every day and not talk two words? It takes people out of their lives. Slowly your life is taken away from you. Everything slowed down, he said. Apparently the person he loved did not remember him. What a painful thing? Me too:
Maybe there is hope. Maybe he will remember you. How do you know that? I said to comfort you. He took a long drink and said:
Three years ... three years, but not even my name. Because I'm not dating you. He's telling me, "Who are you?" So I did not go out until this time, he said. How painful is this God. How bad it is that you can not go to your human love and say "I love you". I can not go and look at your face for hours. I turn to her:
I said, "Can I learn the girl's name if it's okay?" His youth was obviously what he liked very much. She had not seen her for the sake of the girl she loved. I know this better than myself. If you lose your memory, it hurts a little bit. Young turned and looked at me. He looked into my eyes for a long time. I was seeing the sky in your eyes. It was very peaceful. But why did I feel like this against the idea. As I looked at the face of this genus that I did not even know, I found peace. She continued to look into my young eyes and said, "Do you really want to learn?" I also shook my head in the sense of yes. Looking back at my eyes, she said, "Zeynep. I love you, you're the person I love so much. I went to the hospital when the accident happened. I saw your mother. Your mother told me you lost your memory. And I just looked at you behind the glass. I've been up for three years with the hope that you might remember me someday. And I always prayed to Allah to meet you. And finally it was the third year that you lost your memory today after an accident and today you are here with me. You may not have believed what I told you. But I believe that I tell you the truth, he said. Me too:
- No, there is no such thing. I also said that since the morning I used to think that I feel so happy and peaceful. In the meantime, a picture from the book he held holds a preliminary fall. When I took it and gave it to him, I saw a picture of me and his side-by-side and very happy. He's really telling the truth. I hugged her. And to him:
I'm really sorry I could not remember you. But how much you love me and hope you have waited for me for three years. Hoping I'll come back some day. I thank you so much for loving me, Engin, I said. Yes, I remember. It was a very strange thing. As soon as I saw the picture, everything I lived through it went like a film strip in front of my eyes. How much we love each other.
Mevlâm never let us apart ...