It was 65 days ago when you entered my life, with your shorts and lost expression. I stood in the corner of the street for a few seconds and watched you. I was hangover. I thought we would just have coffee together in a cafe in Beşiktaş and we’d never see each other again.
I asked you what your name means. You did not know. I told you about my favorite book ever and you told me about your sailing plans.
Your eyes shined when I spoke and it turned out, hey, we have so much in common, would you want to meet up again?
It was 63 days ago, you came all the way to see me and we played backgammon and you told me about your family when I asked about the ‘Stark’ ring you had.
You were not too into Game of Thrones and thought it was overrated. I still thought we would meet again the next day and then never see each other. You were leaving the country in few days.
It was 62 days ago that I took you to my favorite spot in town. There was a beautiful sunset and unexpected dolphins and fireworks and we realized, hey, we have so much more common than we realized and seems like we are really attracted to each other. You told me about your brothers and I told you about the things I love in life.
Then we kissed for the first time crossing continents from Asia to Europe. That night, you just kept staring at me and I thought you had the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.
It was 61 days ago when I took you to my favorite restaurant and we spent the whole evening talking. You told me I feel like home. Now I think, we all leave home at some point, don’t we?
It was exactly two months ago that you left Istanbul and after that, we talked every day. About the possibilities and future plans and the cities we’d travel to together. I would take you to the islands and you’d take me to your childhood house and show me your books. We’d cook together and watch movies and we’d enjoy the simple pleasures of life.
The sky was the limit and we both wanted to fly.
“But dear, what if you fall?”
You told me you want to share everything about yourself with me and I told you I want to learn everything about you.
It was a month ago that you said you booked a ticket to visit me, you wanted to explore what we had. We knew it was special. And it was important to give it a chance. I thought: ‘Is this falling in love?’
It was less than a month ago you wrote me a love letter. You told me my eyes are all you need.
It was 5 days ago when you arrived. I waited for you in the airport in my red dress and we had our happy reunion with smiles and kisses and hugs. Welcome home.
“What can go wrong, now we are together.”
It was four days ago we went to the Prince’s Islands and talked about religion and relationships and death. I asked you how you wanted to die. You asked me what I see when I look at the sunset. I said: “It looks like anything is possible in this life.”
But that’s true for bad things, as well, isn’t it?
It was three days ago that we went to the park and drank wine when we read each other poems by Baudelaire. I said I see planets when I look into your eyes. Kind of a planet where everything is either green or blue. Where there are many sunsets, like the one in the Little Prince.
It was two days ago you had to tell me a long story and it involved you still having feelings for a woman from your past. One you could not have. One that couldn’t have you.I wiped away your tears when you cried for her. And you told me you are in love with me but your heart is not whole. I told you that was not enough.
I was mad. I thought you were selfish and a liar. I was mad your pain caused my pain. You said you meant everything you’ve said.
It was a day ago when we had a fight by the sea and everyone looked at us. You told me about your past and you cried. I cried for you. And for me. For us. I cried for a story that was now not going to be completed. I cried knowing we could not be together. I cried for your broken heart and now, mine.
It was today that we had to say our last goodbye. You told me you believe you will see me again, maybe somewhere here or in a parallel universe.
You looked at my face and said you want to remember me, my smell, face, lips. I wanted to tell you; “I don’t ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me, there will always be the person I am tonight.” I didn’t.
I put your hand on my heart and put mine on yours. I said: “I think my heart is breaking a little bit”. You thought yours was, too.
Then I left.
Then you did, too.
“We are all leaving though, aren’t we?”
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