I'm not a good writer, I just write my busy thoughts. How much I hate repeating this word. I have even tried to make it different since I can remember. I convince myself that my day is over and I take refuge in these thoughts every night to escape from these thoughts. The same smile says let's go, I put my foot on the accelerator pedal and go, well, where to go, wherever you like, my love, I told you a hundred times, I love you, my voice knows, I hate this word, but to annoy me, he says that his playfulness and madness attracted me. You know that I hate the crowds, but he says, "Kashdari" and I take my way. I go to my hangout in a cozy place in the heart of the mountain. The way is long. The rest of the day is different, we arrived and the floor was wideI went with two pillows and a basic blanket to go for a ride, I always have a positive opinion on everything that comes with me, we walked and we went up, we had ten minutes, we were going, I wanted to take him to the top of the mountain and talk to him, oh, I heard a strange sound It was a rock. He was afraid. He said, "Let 's go back." I was sad and he understood from my eyes, he put his lips on mine and said why he did not always know sadness, this time I wanted to tell him something different from always, my tongue wanted to, but my heart would not allow it. I told you that I do not like you, now that I am leaving, he asked in surprise, "Where am I going from Iran? I have to go. Finish my speech and wash it He sucked my lips greedily, I pulled my lips in my pen and wrapped my arms around his waist, I closed my eyes, I did not want to see his eyes, I opened my eyes for a moment, I saw tears streaming down my lips I felt my heart ache. I kissed his forehead when I saw the tears and told him it was better to go back without saying a word. Uncle's house was my uncle, but it was empty. It was a single house. I knew what he was going to do. My last hug.
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Date: February 6, 2019
