A MAN'S SORROW CUTS DEEPER

In the name of all things Sanem...

Sanem was proud of her creams. Proud of the work she put in each jar of each cream. Pround of the heart she put in it as well. She was relieved to find out that thanks to Can and Metin, with whom Can had reconciled, her creams were again hers, and she could continue with her labour of love.

She had to pause and rememberd that there was a time when Can was so possessive of that scent of her creams. And she remembered the fact that she put their love on the line when she surrendered her scent to Fabri, in order to save Can from Fabri's clutches of power. That seemingly selfless act of her kindness and love for Can backfired a thousandth-times fold, and shattered Can's trust for her and their love.

It took them a while to find their way back to each other. And they grew stronger and closer than ever before. But somehow she felt that something was missing. Key ingredients of sort. She felt now that back then complete surrender and acceptance may have been the links that were missing in their love. And ascactesult the path of their joined hearts split by half with a painful break.

The more time they spent together after Can had returned, the more she hoped their future would be kind enough to let them come back to each other again. Maybe they would be stronger? Maybe both would one day understand that to love meant to love wholeheartedly, love without limit, love with complete trust? She wished for that kind of love with her whole heart and her soul. And she knew deep down inside that if Can could not love her in that complete limitless way, then no one would ever love her that much...

Now they were partners. Sharing a common goal. Taking small steps to heal and mend broken bridges. And the fact that her creams now played a vital role in not only Fikri Harika's new beginnings, but also in the beginning of their new company was so symbolic to her. A sort of meant to be way. Just as the scent of her creams played a vital role in the beginning of her love for her Can...

They spoke of the name for her newly formed brand. While others bickered and quarreled over what the name should or should not be, deep in her heart she knew that the only right name would be that of her Can. After all, that was it from the beginning. Though she labeled her creams with a C, she knew what it stood for, and he knew it as well. She told them that CAN it would be. And she gazed upon Can with hope in her eyes that he may agree for her creams to be addorned with his name. His simple response filled her heart with pure light. His take on the name was to call the creams Sanem. And not just Sanem, it had become their two names merged together. When she watched his hand pen her name, her heart skipped a beat and flipped in her chest. But it was his words that flew right to her soul. Can, after all, was a part of Sanem. If he only knew what she felt for him now...

Even Ceycey felt the energy of Can's written word exude power from the plain piece of paper. Was it possible for one written word to change the course of their love? She smiled and remembered... Of course it was. It was, after all her one short word KEŞKE she had written to him, that let him know she loved him for real. She loved him then, but was afraid for that love and afraid because she knew she might dream too high and too big. And this much was as true now as it was back then. But the dreamer she was, in the name of all things Sanem, she hoped against hope, that it was not too late for their love to return...