That night had been awful. The endless arguments with her husband had weighed heavily on her and made her fed up with life. She couldn\u2019t even figure out what they\u2019d been fighting about. Shouting, flying plates, and tears streaming down like rain pouring from the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet it used to be so wonderful, being together with him. Delicious meals, wonderful vacations, waiting for the day to end, watching the sunrise together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their lovemaking used to be beautiful, too. The way their bodies came together. There was no physical, psychological, or spiritual distance between them. When their lips met, electricity would surge through them like a bolt of lightning. And how wonderful it was to sleep side by side, spooning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What was it that ended their love? What was the cause of this distress? If their friends asked about them, they\u2019d say they flew together like lovebirds. Even they couldn\u2019t understand what had been happening lately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And morning came. Her boyfriend knocked on the door without saying a single word and walked out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No matter how much she tossed and turned in bed, her inner turmoil wouldn\u2019t subside; she just couldn\u2019t find any peace. Admittedly, she had nothing to do that day. She could stay in bed as long as she wanted. But to no avail\u2014that distress wouldn\u2019t leave her. Crying, feeling sad, sighing. No matter what she did, that sorrow, that negative energy, wouldn\u2019t go away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She slowly sat up in bed. She put the kettle on and began to think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019d first seen him on a trip to Europe. It was a trip to Italy. While gliding through the waters of Venice in a gondola, with a few other people on it, she\u2019d noticed him and approached him. One thing led to another, and Venice\u2019s romantic atmosphere had seeped into their souls. It was a beautiful summer. Everything was just as it should be\u2014perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She had hugged him for the first time in a square in Rome. It was such a hug that, while he was in his arms, it was as if she were saying to him, \u201cDon\u2019t ever let me go, I can\u2019t live without you, you\u2019re my one and only love, my one and only.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The trip had lasted five days. On the last night of those five days, while they were eating spaghetti at that Italian restaurant, she opened up to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re such an amazing man. I\u2019ve never met anyone like you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a rare flower. You\u2019re my most beautiful flower, one that never fades. I can\u2019t get enough of your scent and your beauty.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– You\u2019re a true gentleman. Your kindness, your sweet words, your magnificent body, your heart as soft as velvet. I\u2019m in love with you\u2014I\u2019m confessing it openly. I\u2019m declaring to the world that I\u2019m in love with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Let\u2019s make this moment eternal. Let\u2019s take a photo. Let the entire cosmos hear our love. Let\u2019s announce it to everyone. Let there be forty days and forty nights of celebration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– This is the moment. This eternal moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They took a photo and shared it on social media. But the real photo\u2014the one in their minds\u2014would remain there forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After returning to Istanbul, they spent every weekend without fail, hopping from one restaurant to another, enjoying each other\u2019s company. With each passing day, their love grew stronger. They grew closer and closer to one another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As she ate his breakfast half-heartedly, she couldn\u2019t shake the gloom that had overtaken her. As she sipped his tea with a heavy heart, the previous evening wouldn\u2019t leave her mind. What had happened to them? What was their problem?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The phone rang. Loudly, incessantly, as if it were piercing his ears. She answered. The voice on the other end spoke:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Hi, Bahar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Hi, Mert.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-It\u2019s been years since we last spoke. I\u2019m sorry about that. I\u2019ve been so busy with work; I just couldn\u2019t find the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-That\u2019s okay. Mert, I\u2019m so unhappy. My boyfriend and I had a fight last night. I\u2019m really, really upset.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Let\u2019s meet in person. I have time today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They met at that nice caf\u00e9 in Ni\u015fanta\u015f\u0131. Was it her boyfriend\u2019s indifference? Those arguments whose cause she didn\u2019t understand, her life turned into a living hell. The endless shouting and sadness. She faced Mert in this state of despair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Mert, I\u2019m so glad you came. Save me from this despair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u201cWhat can I do? This is something between the two of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just then, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rain began to pour from the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They moved from the caf\u00e9\u2019s garden to the indoor seating area. What a downpour it was. It was pouring in torrents. Clearly, God was very angry. I wonder what He was angry about?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Was meeting up with Mert a mistake? As this question nagged at her mind, they continued their conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-What have you been up to, Mert?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Just the usual hustle and bustle at work. Still running the company. We\u2019re entering new markets. We\u2019ve also increased our number of distribution dealers. The new model is selling out. I\u2019m happy, thank God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-So, how\u2019s your love life?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-There\u2019s no one in my life. It\u2019s been five years. I\u2019m at peace with myself. I haven\u2019t felt like anything was missing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Do you remember our high school days? We were so close to each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Yes, but you chose him. You distanced yourself from me, if you remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-I know you\u2019re angry with me. I loved him so much. But now I realize it wasn\u2019t meant to last. I don\u2019t know why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dear reader, how do you feel? What\u2019s going through your mind? Should Bahar break up with her boyfriend? Should she get closer to Mert? Would this be better? Or should she make up with her boyfriend? I\u2019m not sure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s just the way fate works. Everything is actually predetermined. What will happen is clear, but no one but God knows it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I intend to end the story here. Sometimes I can\u2019t choose my own path either. After so many disappointments, I can\u2019t write a happy ending. Let the story remain unfinished. Let it remain unfinished. After all this pain, I couldn\u2019t possibly finish this story anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Please don\u2019t think I\u2019m rebelling against God. He surely knows best; there must be a reason for the pain I\u2019ve endured for years. Maybe there\u2019s a glimmer of hope\u2014what do you think?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My grandfather used to say, \u201cWhat will dawn bring before the sun rises?\u201d I\u2019m waiting, waiting, waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Author \u0130zzet Karaa\u011fa\u00e7l\u0131 has published two books titled *Love\u2019s Silent Call* and *The Light in Our Garden*.(Second one will be published soon)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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