23. Invisible wounds.

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Dark. Is it darkness?

I'm liking black these days, ever since I met Ozgur. And ever since I confessed that I love him too, I've been sucked in even more in the currents of darkness I don't know. This morning, I should be able to ask Ozgur everything. I can chase him, until he tells me what secret he's hiding. However, once again I let go of the rope I should have been able to tie to strangle his neck. I let go again, as if I didn't want the sweetness of this mistake to turn to bitterness too quickly. So that makes me just smile and hold his face, inviting him to walk along the Avon river in the afternoon covered by this cloudy sky.

I recognized the typical smile that usually appeared on Ozgur's face. He also smiled this time, but I knew there w