Memory In My Heart

     A flamboyant spectrum of oranges, pinks, and purples dances across the darkening sky, as the sun dips gradually into the boundless horizon. The silence between Serkan and Eda almost seems deafening. Unspoken words bounce around in their minds, but both remain quiet as they gaze into each other's eyes. Perhaps words are sometimes not necessary between two people who are as connected as these two souls.

     The faded sunbeam bleeds through the thin linen curtains, casting a shadow across the California king bed. Eda looks more exquisite than any of the images imprinted in Serkan's memory. He had remembered her, in his dreams. Her untamed tresses of cinnamon curls spreading across the heather gray pillowcase makes her look like a goddess. Her ethereal beauty is illuminated by the amber rays streaming across her scantily clad body, nestled against Serkan's long masculine torso. A veneer of love, hope and a shadow of despair is reflected in her large expressive eyes. Serkan gazes dreamily at the exquisite face staring up at him.

     "Do you think you will ever love me the way you did, Serkan?" Eda whispers, snuggling her face against his warm heaving chest.

     "It's painful for me to be here and yet I can't seem to stay away from you," Eda murmurs, her words barely audible.

     The eerie silence that swallows up the room is punctuated by the ragged sounds of their breathing and their frenzied heartbeats, reverberating in their eardrums.

     Serkan feels the warmth surging through his body, when he stares intensely into Eda's eyes. In that one moment, he feels her love in its purest form, dancing in her teary eyes. The sight of her, in such a vulnerable state, steals his breath away.

     There's nothing Serkan desires more than to rewind his life to the day he met Eda, almost a year ago. He wants to love her with everything he has in his heart and soul, but fears that all that he's able to offer her for the time being is far less than what she deserves.

     Regardless of how hard Serkan tries to battle with his conflicting emotions, he's cognizant of the haunting familiarness between Eda and him. He finds himself in a perpetual state of confusion and turmoil, with his mind torn apart by what's real, what's imagined, and what's remembered.

     He can't seem to differentiate between where his dream ends and where his memory begins.  Despite his incertitude, he has become increasingly aware with each passing day, that his soul does recognize her, even when his mind isn't ready to make the full connection.

     At times, Eda feels so intimate to him, like a lover, and yet for the most part, she still seems like an illusion from his past, so real and yet not real enough.  A tsunami of emotions rage inside him, as he glances down at the familiar stranger he cradles lovingly in his arms.

     He kisses the top of Eda's head and nestles his lips in her soft fragrant tresses. She tilts her chin and reaches up to kiss him, tenderly. A guttural moan escapes him as he responds to Eda's seductive butterfly kisses. The slightest touch of her lips makes his heart drum wildly against his chest, as warm tingles prickle his skin. Before long, they find themselves entrenched in sweet rapture. Holding Eda in his arms confirms what Serkan has suspected all along - Eda has left her mark in permanent ink and she will remain a transcript in his heart forever.