There was a time when people didn´t try to change their destinies and they live their lives without ideals, visions and dreams, too. They didn´t care about what they really want. But, it wasn´t everybody´s case. This is a story about one Girl and one Boy. They haven´t names, because this story can happen to everybody and to you , too if you really want to hear beating of your heart.
It was common day, when the Girl was sitting on her chair in front of the PC. She wanted to talk to people on the internet. She was searching and in a moment, she saw one Boy: „ Hmm... such a cute boy, I would be glad to write Him.“, She thought. She did that. After minutes, She received message, too. She was happy. They started to write. It was amazing, because they were from different countries. He was Turk. But it wasn´t problem for them. She liked Him and He liked Her, too. Her communication by writing was really good, because both were really good at English. It seemd like friendly relation, but after time the Girl started to feel more. „ It´s crazy, i can´t feel something to boy, whose I´ve never met.“ , She thought.
It seemed crazy, but feelings were stronger. After time, She fell in love with him. They wrote so sweet and feelings were more and more stronger. She was very happy when She heard for the first time words „Love you“ from Him. He told Her thousand times, but He told that it´s impossible to be together, too. They wrote more and more everyday ... He wanted Her to go to Turkey during holiday, but it wasn´t possible. She was only 17 and the last year at High school. He was student, too. This vision wasn´t possible and it makes Her sad, because She wanted to meet Him very much. Days followed weeks and weeks followed months. She thought about Him every second. She knew themselves really good. After year, vision about their meeting was more possible. She graduated at High school and She had more than three months to University. When She realized it, nobody and nothing could change Her decision. „ I am going to Turkey“ , she said. She was hungup this idea. Only She waited was summer. It was easy. She said to Her parents that She want to go on Holiday to Turkey with friends. It was so. Her two friends decided to help her. Money wasn´t problem, too. They had from summer brigades and some from parents. Everything was ready. She told Him this information about visit and He couldn´t believe it. They were happy and both think about their dreams which about they wrote late at night every day. When She flew by plane, She was happy, satisfied and wonder, but scared, too. She didn´t know, if He will like Her. But desire was stronger. He looked forward Him. The flight finished. She got out from plane and waited for Him. She has always dreamt about this moment. In one second, Her heart stopped beating. He saw Him. Yes, saw him for the first alive sight. They came closer and both didn´t know what to do. Hello or kiss, hug or passionate kiss. But They knew one. They wanted the same. They gave a kiss. First, on both cheeks and then on lips. Not long, but sweet. It was like a dream. He took her to His flat to put Her luggage. After minutes, They went for a long walking to get better knowledge about themselves. They spoke about everything. Life, homelands and plans. They were ready to spend two weeks together. Their time together was wonderful. Everyday They were happy. They were lying on beach and heard whisper of the sea. They kissed but not more. Both were shy to do more. They wanted more, but They were scared to say it. Time was faster and finish of nice time was closer and closer to the end. They realized it, but They were happy and wanted to enjoy last moments together.
The last night came. Both were sitting in front of themselves with tears in eyes. They knew that this were the last moments full of love. Boy put His head down and started to beg. „ Stay here, stay with me, please. You know that you are my „tatlim“.“ The Girl was sad like never before. She couldn´t tell anything. She lost Her words. Sadness was stronger. „ Seni seviyorum“, She told Him. Boy put His head up and hugged Her. Both started to cry. Girl and Boy ...both knew..that this is the last time. It wasn´t possible to be together. They were under heavy sky. Sky wanted to cry, too. Boy was looking to her deep green eyes and He started to caress Her hair. He kissed Her eyes, forhead, cheeks and lips. Both wanted more and They started to make love. It was passionate night like never ever before. They made love and cried at the same time. It was magic night for Girl and also for Boy. Girl whispered, „ I want you to know that I am so happy to be with you tonight. It´s like dream my black angel.“ They slept all night in hug. Girl slept on His chest and He caressed Her till She fell asleep.
In the morning, Boy woke up and in the room was silence. „ Baby, baby...“, he screamed. Nobody was there. Her things, too. He was depressed. He looked around the room and he found letter on the table. He was scared to open it, but he must open. He opened the letter slowly and there was only one sentence. „ I love you tatlim. Sometimes it´s better to walk away without word. The time of farewell is so hard. Understand me honey. I would die. Thank you for everything. Thank you for You.“ The Boy sit on His bed and looked from the window and remembered for His own words. „ It impossible to be together“. He realized that sometimes in life come situations which is better to keep in mind...only for yourself. Moments full of pretty seconds. And this was it the same like He spended with His baby Girl.
It´s good to be ready for new experience and always have open eyes. Never say never. Nothing is impossible.
„You can never know, when I will ring bell at your door.“
„I will never forget...“.
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