This is not about me,
This is about her who left my life fifteen years ago. She left and I was on my own for a long time, lost and lonely, until now that I finally thought it was time to let go, but how?
It started with a story; the story of Silk and Roses. We wrote it together when we were sixteen, but she left before it was finished. She left and I was hanging on for years on this. I continued to write on and off, sometimes I was strong, feeling her by my side, sometimes all given up.
She was twenty when it happened. She was beautiful, funny, smart. She was just too good for this world. A car accident was all it took for me to lose her forever. Her name was Mahshid.
I lived, I moved on, I grew up, even grew old, I made new friends, but kept my promise to her that I'm not going to give up on this. I promised that I'd read our story to the world.
So, this is about her: the muse is her, the inspiration is her. It's all her.
All these lines are written in the memory of her pretty smiles...
P.S. As some of you know, I started posting my story here in May, I had an amazing time making friends, doing Read for Read, and sharing my story with others. In March, I removed the story as it was time for it to go on the bookshelves. I lived here with this story for ten months, and I enjoyed every moment, every comment and every criticism.
Thanks to you all who joined me in this dream!