He kept moving closer to where I was standing and now he was right in front of my face.
" Selen I have something to tell you" he kept talking.
" I hate the feeling of loss, the ever growing space of emptiness. How your hands seems to keep reaching for something in a space that it already know is vacant. How no matter how many times you look for something even after you know it had left you'lltry once more. A hope that doesn't even believe in itself, a desire to change the inevitable a guilt for not being able to. I lose everything, I think it was the first language I learned and now it haunts me. Sometimes I wish I could trade in all the keys, glasses, cards, leather wallets, faces that are slowly peeling from the lamppost of my memory people for the time I spent hunting for them until I
