"feeling so lonely Shaida. It may happen again. At least we can hope for it. so tired of feeling lonely and pushing harder and harder. sometimes, I wish I could go back. and live the rest of my life in a bookstore, in a cafe', under the rain of those days we were wondering around the streets to find somewhere to hide. remember? I don't know what to do. I don't know what to wish. I don't know where the fucking HOME was. I remember the smells. the sounds. I remember the sunlight spreading all over the ceramics of the faculty corridor. long windows. and the rain. I remember the rain more than anything. the smell of it. I can go back and live in one of Ehsan's room for ever. be with you and him. watch a movie.cook something and feel nostalgic."
This is it..!..the fuc....g reality , same pain...no clue, no way out...we all stuck some where and no way back to moments we missed....we had, we enjoyed....