Without even realizing, our little neighborhood had scattered, we all moved to different places and whenever we met, we'd reminisce about the old times.
However, we had changed a lot. We had grown, some of us married and pregnant, some of us thrown into new jobs, new directions, some of us wondering whether they were able to recompense their debts. We had new worries and different lives, separate from each other now.
And all this time, I hadn't known. If you'd asked me I'd have told you that I saw myself as the sidekick, the one who tells the story, the observer, the listener. I had thought the times wouldn't change. Even if I had felt a change, I hated it to the core, because I loved our warm little neighborhood. But over the years, I had grown oblivious to that. I had no idea how we turned out to grow apart so much but still managed to congregate once in a while. And when we did, we'd reminisce again. Who would've guessed that the times would change so much?
I had felt like I wanted to show you my good sides only, my success, my benevolence, my hard work. And then I observed you. And felt grateful you were living well. In a world full of impertinence, I was grateful you stayed polite and hopeful, as in old times. I was grateful we still managed to meet up once in a while, even if it reinforced the sense of nostalgia in me. I was grateful we had those times in the past. I was grateful we had each other, even though we lived apart. I was grateful I knew you. And met you. And came to know you. Who would've known that we still had stuck together over all those years?
And who would've known that even the narrator was oblivious to his own story?
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No FicciónThis will contain thoughts of mine (duh...). The languages can differ from turkish, english and german and korean. Warning: If you don't like depressive thoughts, then some parts of this book will bore you/ annoy you. I'm not saying that every part...
