On slow Tuesday in 2015, the sky opened and it poured for the first time in a long time. I watched you sigh in relief like finally the gods have remembered us, I watch you sip the hot Milo tea smiling into the grey sky darkened by clouds.
“Baris if you go to your husband’s house, would you still remember me?”
I asked in fear of losing you, losing the parts of you I had just for myself.
“of course!, I'd never forget you Grace”
you smile but I saw the lies, I saw the deceit, I saw how much I had lost you.
it's been almost 7 years and I finally saw...