When we were sitting at the metronome and you
were describing types of clouds, I forgot that I exist. I was watching how you
comb your hair behind your ears. It looked beautiful. I can see that image of
you and the sky behind your head.

You look so full of life. Your eyes seem full
of kindness. I like the way you smile. I love when you speak Turkish. I do not
understand anything, but you make those words come alive. At first, I thought
it was a problem that I do not know English enough to speak to you freely, but
now I think that actually, I do not need words to show you my emotions. I think
it is better to just feel it.

Eyes can say much more than just words.
Sometimes when I look into your eyes, it feels like I am on the top of a
skyscraper and looking down. That strange power pulls me down to fall (inlove).