Σαν μυθιστόρημα

Ακολουθεί μια ερωτική επιστολή. Πήρα την άδεια να την δημοσιεύσω. Γράφτηκε πριν δυο χρόνια σε ένα λεωφορείο στη Κωνσταντινούπολη.

My dear, sweet lady, descent breath

Again, words are not enough. I wish you could just read my eyes one more time and
(by the way, I am sorry for my poor letters. Probably the worst in my whole lifetime
!)

I can’t name the things in my mind exactly. But in my heart, there is only love and a deep deep breath for sure. As you know, I don’t need word to express what I feel for one I keep in my heart, as far as I can look in your eyes. My problem is about my mind actually. I don’ t want you be hurt never ever. The world is not as big as we call it. Besides, it is getting smaller as grow, live and experience. It’s also getting bigger and extreme as we learn. What I am trying to say is, that you have become a part of my world already. And you will be there as long as it will exist. I don’t need to name you since the day I met you. And now I don’t want to call you as one. You are my lady, my deep breath, my friend. You are a part of my world.