Teslim Ol

Sometimes love is like a fire that you extinguish with petrol - with stubbornness, with the belief that everything can still be saved. But then only the walls remain, echoing with what has not been said. Where there used to be ‘us’, now there is only fatigue and the habit of clinging to the debris.

And yet there is something strangely beautiful in this pain - like a face where every wrinkle bears witness to the fact that we have not stopped feeling. We have simply learned to live in the cold, without waiting for warmth.