I tried to find the first piece I've written for you.
I'm not really sure if it's a poem, prose, or an open letter but there's only one thing that I am sure of — I really can't find it right now.
I tried rummaging through my note-taking applications, I even
searched from my daily conversations with those friends I talk to about you, but all to no avail.
Just like how my feelings for you have started, I always get lost when it truly began.
All I know is I still have them for you until now.
My writings, my feelings, and you — I know they're somewhere here in this universe, staying still.
I know, I know. It has already been months trying to forget about you and your face is still stuck on my mind.
The hell with these feelings. They're not even welcome to my life any longer but they still follow me around like some cop on the streets.
"Did I have another violation, officer?"
"Oh yes, you did.
Violation code: A14-3 — missing the red signal that he's not that into you. "
"Oh damn it. Get out of the way. "
So here, here. For my sanity's sake, I gotta do something foolish again.
It's not my fault but theirs. Blame my feelings. Blame them, blame them please.
If ever you stumble upon this book (which I hope you would and you wouldn't), please don't get your hopes up, my feelings might be gone by then. Lol.
Cheers for all the things I shouldn't have said, but I still did because you mean that much to me.
Enjoy.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
All The Things I Shouldn't Have Said
Kurgu OlmayanCollection of the pieces I made for someone who never became mine. A repository of my feelings which were robbed of justice and proper expression. Words that are begging to be written. Broken fragments wanting to be transformed into sentences.
