yeiseas

dearest cecilia, the story can resume. the one i had been planning on that evening walk. i can becoma again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. the man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. the story can resume.

yeiseas

i will return. find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
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yeiseas

dearest cecilia, the story can resume. the one i had been planning on that evening walk. i can becoma again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. the man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. the story can resume.

yeiseas

i will return. find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
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yeiseas

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yeiseas

come back, come back to me.
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yeiseas

o her yerdeydi. onu görmediğimde de aramaya başladım. ve geç fark ettim aslında bu arayışlar bir boşluğu doldurma çabasıydı. sessizliği onun sesiyle, yalnızlığı onun varlığıyla doldurmaya çalışıyordum. 

yeiseas

ve sonunda hiç oldum, hiç kimse oldum. ama niçin hâlâ eksiliyorum, niçin benden binbir parça kopup gitmekte,
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yeiseas

onun kaybettiği bir şey yoktu fakat ben günden güne eksilmeye başladım. bir hiç olana dek.
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yeiseas

ama en sonunda utancıma yenildim. kaçtım. büsbütün kaçtım ondan ve onu bensiz, kendimi de onsuz bıraktım. 
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