I had always overdone it - loving, longing, yearning. All I ended up with was a whole lot of nothing. I was left with my brokenness.
By Berfin
There are certain moments when we are caught between leaving and staying, trapped between the two. Whether we leave or stay, a part of us will always remain incomplete. A part of me will always remain incomplete.
As Yusuf's breath caressed my neck, I swallowed hard. I wished the possibility of getting caught scared him as much as it scared me. After hearing Boran's footsteps quickly descending the stairs, I heard my father's voice saying, "Boran, what happened? Where are you going?"
Yusuf, as if he hadn't heard anything, kept his hands wrapped around my waist, his face nestled against my neck.
"Yusuf..." I said. Saying his name wasn't enough to
