The night is as lonely, as dark and solemn as I feel inside.
I haven’t moved from here.
Everyone around me seems to be in the right mood; someone even pulled out a guitar and they sang classic songs everyone knew. Defne is sharing with her coworkers, even though she speaks little, but she’s present and she listens. She smiles, and even though that smile doesn’t reach her eyes, she tries. I see how she tries to move forward and it kills me.
Selfishly, I don’t want her to move forward.
I don’t want to give her the space she asked for.
I just want to breathe her in, bury my face in her neck or in that small space between her breasts where her scent concentrates, where I could sleep an entire night resting there, having the best dreams.
But tonight she won’t sleep with me, and that f****
