Summer 2015 İzmir, Turkey
She ever asked me if I can move to her city,
so we can run across the street to the ice cream stall, pick a flavor, kiss it till it surrender, till it melt between the lips and becomes part of ours. I like the time when we stood in front of the stall for long, not because we couldn't make up our minds for the flavors of the night, but because I was practicing communicating with all the ice creams, in the language you taught me many times. I was falling when I finally found the one whose mind was in sync with mine. Çikolata was the first and the last one. Then I left in the midsummer night with a gentle kiss goodbye, till next time.
so we can swim beneath the silky sky, soaking in the sunlight and the moonlight with tender waves, tangled hair and salty breath between us, so close. I like it when Ege Denizi almost suffocated me by her surreal romance, you came up to me, took me out of the mirage. The mirage was me in me, the mirage was you in you, the mirage was us, being at that moment, being in that summer. When the tide ebbed, it had gone, leaving us on the shore. I then realized that being with you was not a mirage but a reality, truer than true, youer than you.
so we can swim beneath the silky sky, soaking in the sunlight and the moonlight with tender waves, tangled hair and salty breath between us, so close. I like it when Ege Denizi almost suffocated me by her surreal romance, you came up to me, took me out of the mirage. The mirage was me in me, the mirage was you in you, the mirage was us, being at that moment, being in that summer. When the tide ebbed, it had gone, leaving us on the shore. I then realized that being with you was not a mirage but a reality, truer than true, youer than you.
so we can wake up in the same sheet in the morning whilst the sun peeking through the curtains, seeing us deeply in sleep, deeply in love. Şeker jumping from you to me, cuddling with the bite mark she left on me. I like us starting the day with Günaydın and living in routines. The kind of routines we dress in the same smell with a hint of you and I, having traditional breakfast and kiss before leaving for work, taking the same metro line and stopping at İzmirspor, going back home. I like it when you cook for me awkwardly and I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher the way I insist after dinner. Then we take a walk with Rex to the park in our neighborhood, Iyi Aksamalar is the word to everyone we meet on the way. The kind of daily routines I adore living with, all of me, all of you, all of us.
so we can grab our pillows and hop on a car to start a road trip down to the south, no itinerary needed, only a tent, a lighter and a pint of ice cream would make it. I remember us sitting side by side, seeing campfire burning under a starlit sky, hiding our favorite karpuz we stole under the freezing river. I remember the year when heat wave arrived, us being even hotter. I remember me being adrift in the Mediterranean Sea, effortlessly smile deep down from my heart, from the heart you enriched, from the heart being irrefutably content with all she ever had.
so we can recklessly jump into the sea with bare arms holding around each other. I lack experience and you lead me as the moon leads a sailor, lunatic yet wholeheartedly. I was obsessed with us floating on top of the waves, let the sun randomly leave a hickey on our skin, so hard, then the summer breeze would ease the pain with a seni seviyorum in whisper, so soft. We kept humming the Sebastian song until the sun met the sea, enmeshed, until my fingers met yours, entwined, until I met you, ensemble.
so we can escape from the heat, the riot, the hustle and bustle, chilling at granny's summerhouse, 30 seconds away from love. I like it despite the fact that the city was in an absolute chaos, we were lying still on the beach chair, drinking in the blue ocean, falling deep in the souls, as if time no longer matters, as if love will eventually conquer. I love to gather with your family, trying to survive Ramadan with sweetest baklava, loving and caring. I love to listen to the language you speak, feeling like singing, feeling like I'm part of it, feeling like I'm part of yours.
so we can recklessly jump into the sea with bare arms holding around each other. I lack experience and you lead me as the moon leads a sailor, lunatic yet wholeheartedly. I was obsessed with us floating on top of the waves, let the sun randomly leave a hickey on our skin, so hard, then the summer breeze would ease the pain with a seni seviyorum in whisper, so soft. We kept humming the Sebastian song until the sun met the sea, enmeshed, until my fingers met yours, entwined, until I met you, ensemble.
so we can escape from the heat, the riot, the hustle and bustle, chilling at granny's summerhouse, 30 seconds away from love. I like it despite the fact that the city was in an absolute chaos, we were lying still on the beach chair, drinking in the blue ocean, falling deep in the souls, as if time no longer matters, as if love will eventually conquer. I love to gather with your family, trying to survive Ramadan with sweetest baklava, loving and caring. I love to listen to the language you speak, feeling like singing, feeling like I'm part of it, feeling like I'm part of yours.
You ever asked me if I can move to your city, the city where we were wandering, where we were wondering, where we had gone through all the so-we-can, just like us many summers ago. You ask me if I will go back to your city, where we will keep wandering, where we will keep wondering, where we are going to complete all the so-we-will, just like us, the upcoming summer we're going to laugh to live to love, together. Evet.
To the Kuşgöz girls, who prove the purity of love exists in humanity and I was lucky enough to witness all of it.
les.H
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