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You are in my mind

         written by Hikmet Tekin

I want to tell you an interesting love story that passes by.

I was going to University 2. This is the youth.

Time is for me to be one of the greatest journalists of my future

It was as if I was passing by.

Time was passing, I would prefer to play ball, and chat with friends

and wander in our university and among the trees more than lessons,

But I confess, especially the changes in the spring months,

I watched the greens in the eye of the great journalist who will come.

You will have the ability to cook and you will see the beauties of nature - the ladies -

You will not fall in love with poetry, will you?

"The student will know from his photocopy",

"Non-photocopy student without fruit

Heavily similar "

A month before the visa period according to student proverbs

To find and receive photocopies of notes of the lessons we have seen

I went to a copy shop.

The copy shop would sell almost all of our courses

Copies and photocopies of his notes during the period.

While I was there, I got a copy of a lesson

There was a girl who asked if she had a photocopy.

I saw the girl was very upset when she learned that she did not have that grade in the shop.

The feelings of helpfulness inside me were swollen. I must mention that it is usually pretty

I am always helpful to the ladies.

I turned the girl and asked that:

  • "I suppose you study at the Faculty of Communication," I said.

  • - "Yes," she said.

  • - "The newspaper types we saw last year

  • Photocopies

  • They are still standing.

  • I can assure you if you want, "I said.

  • - "Oh, will it not bother you?"

  • - "I do not think so," I said.

Then we went out of there talked together outside while wandering.

On the way she said her name: was Rose

anyway, we met.

I gave her class notes in the next day. She was very impressed with me.

Like a cup of water drink .

Sure, it may have been so to me that it affected me a lot.

Anyway..

whenever Rose sees me then she comes to me and talks with me

because of my helpfulness then later I introduced her to my friends.

We were very sincere anymore. But I had fallen in love with her

and I didn't know what to do in this situation.

I would think during days but I couldn't decide

whether I might propose a friendship or not I didn't know that

whether she would suppose that

wrong thought I wanted to take an advantage of her for the helping.

I did not think much about it. Finally,

I decided to announce my love to her by letter.

I sat down for this purpose and wrote a fancy love letter.

"This letter every time my heart is trying to warm

the cold walls of where I live

I am writing at the temperature that reminds me of the name.

These lines I try to write in a melancholy are the words

of my struggle for my loving heart to catch the happiness

of love and perhaps buried in a mysterious love mood.

If I say that I wipe out my dream that I dreamed of as beautiful as that angel.

I wonder if the question comes to mind. Is that not a pity?

If I forget that I feel about you like nothing happened

whether I can go beyond the last I spent that much time?

Like a bird caught to get rid of slaughter, the beating of my heart,

Whenever my face gets red and my behaviors and feelings

and my excitement my attitude my tremor against you give me a huge fear

to be discovered my secret love against you by you. Is it unbelievable?

If I will have to forget my love even if such a thing is possible

I probably will not be able to take off my heart and can not stop it

then will have to burn for long time in darkness.

Although I appear as a very faceless, person who can express everything very comfortably

I actually felt the need to express my love in writing as a shy person who hesitated

even to express his love and feelings towards you.

A closest friend of you.

After I wrote the letter with a typewriter, I placed in an envelope.

While chatting in front of the school with friends they are among the sink

I went to her class on the pretext of going and put the grade into the agenda of Rose's lecture notes,

and I started to wait for the end.

The next day, as she went to the kitchen in the main building of the university,

she came close to me and said:

  • "I'm going to tell you something as a secret, but please it must remain between us.

I am only telling you because of the sincerity between us,

"she said and continued"

So, a crazy man has sent me an absurd letter” she said.

  • "has he made a joke in the letter?" I asked.

  • - "I do not know if it's a joke, but the fact is that he says he is in love against me in the letter, he says...

That stupid man has written his love agains me in a very emotional language” she said.

  • I said, "Who is this guy?"

  • - "I do not know, he has not written his name on the envelope!

But I'm trying to make something out of what he wrote.

There are a couple of guesses " when said

Excitedly;

  • "Who could be," I asked.

  • - "According to my estimation, one of the guys in our group and ...

Anyway you might learn his name later too and when her other friends came near us

then she stopped talking then started to speak with them.

A wondering started in my mind, whether the guy in her mind was me?

she talked about the letter in order she wanted to find out from my attitudes? does she know the truth?

I am in a very big fear, I don't know whether I should not have written that letter?

If she really have learnt that I wrote the letter and later doesn't talk with me what I will do,

it is a very big stressfull situation.

Maybe I will end up with a friend, as well as the girl I love.

In the meantime, my feelings poked me to write another letter.

This time I would make my feelings clearer.

I started writing again with this thought by going to the typewriter again:

"Rose; Now there are feelings that I want to tell you but I could not say,

I would like to tell you my feelings when we are on the beach and under raindrop we are all wet,

marine waves merging with the seagull sounds that accompanied that exquisite background music.

I do not know if you want to buy anything, at the cost of losing a lot of things, or rather at the cost of your heart.

Know that I am ready to sell you my heart for you.

I wish I could tell my love to you, the feelings I felt when I saw you playing in the corner of the deep in your eyes.

Whether I could tell you?

As humans come and go between the matter and meaning,

like the boat that is released in the sea;

I would like to find myself as a prince in your heart of love, open to love.

I would lile to connect to you and hug forever.

The dream is even more real and beautiful than the fake life of the life I live in.

I want to end my letter with a beautiful saying that I love:

"Lover, if you are loved and loved"

With my wish you see me as a lovable ...

"One of your closest friends"

Then I put my letter in an envelope and sent to her.

Next day i heard that my grandfather was dead,

I went to airport and continued to nusaybin by plain.

When I returned to the school Rose came to me very fast and said that,

Hikmet do you remember i received a letter last time? Yes I said.

She said i received a second letter and he has written a nice poem, I am impressed a lot.

- "Did you find out who he was?" She also:

- "I thought I had a couple of guesses ...became."

- "Are you sure, who he is?"

- "You can not guess ... Ibrahim!" She said.

I was surprised, "Ibrahim?"

"Of course ... One of the nearest circles, very cuddly,

Who could be the one shameless without the face,

who could express everything comfortably? " She said.

With a stunned, demolished expression:

  • "I'm surprised," I said.

- "Surprised, surprised ... There is more, she said.

When I was sure that was Ibrahim, then I went and told him I liked him.

he was impressed me very much.

Also he is very shy, if i left for him then he would never open his love to me,

and he would not tell me his love ...

That's why I opened it.

Ibrahim said he liked me too,

but the reason of not telling me his love is that he thought

there was something between you and me because of our dialogue with you and our sincerity.

That was why he could not open his love to me.

Can you guess that he had thought there was something between you and me"she said.

I was very surprised. I did not know what to say.

- "I'm happy for you. Finally you have found the writer of the letters so I said, " and later I left there.

The girl I was in love for her and the other side Ibrahim from my closest friends,

I was in a worse situation.

Both of them are the end of my love letters …

I was in a complete collapse, I did not know what to do.

In this case, I did not go to the school for two weeks, I could not even go.

Two weeks later, when I returned to the school,

Rose and Ibrahim came to me for a while. Ibrahim said to me:

"We are taking you to dinner. There is a surprise for you there, "he said.

I said:

- "If it is not today", Rose:

"You have no right to object. Because we've never seen you lately.

You do not even come to the school, "he said, pulling me out from my shoulder

and we went to a restaurant for dinner.

In the meantime, I would like to make jokes as much as possible during our conversation,

I was trying to be.

During the conversation Rose turned to me and said:

- “Ibrahim had told you that we have a surprise and now it is the time to tell you.

Ibrahim and I are engaged.

I could not stand Ibrahim's romantic, emotional letters.

I responded emotionally to him and ...

" Ibrahim joined to the conversation and asked to her,

- "What a nonsense, what romantic emotional letters ... "

I have the opportunity to bring the continuation of Ibrahim's word Immediately

I felt the need to cut the word:

- "So, Rose has discovered your romantic,

emotional aspects of the outsider and has been held to you.

You are very lucky Ibrahim; you should know the value of Rose, "I said.

After the meal, I took a napkin on the table when Ibrahim went to the sink to wash his hands,

and I turned to Rose and quietly:

- "I am writing my feelings on this napkin for this day's memory,

read what I wrote after I went out and then tear off it, okay? "

Rose shook her head with a curious look.

I wrote the poem by dedicating it to her:

Perhaps love is far, maybe near

As you know, you are always in my mind

And to the bottom: "From God to Ibrahim and you a happy home for you

And I wish happy tomorrows. "

" from your closest friends hikmet"

I wrote it on the napkin and put in her hand, when Ibrahim came then I congratulated them and I said

- "I wish very nice tomorrows for both of you two and I continued so,

I have a lot of works when I came with you I forgot them I must go immediately I hope you will understand

then we left the restaurant together after a while I left them together.

After a while I looked back at Rose she was tearing off the napkin and she had tears coming down from her eyes.

When she saw that I was looking at them, he wiped her eyes and started waving her hand at me.

I didn't dare to look back at her again I wiped my tears from my eyes then went from there as fast as I could.

Last modified on Sunday, 08 April 2018 11:52

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