Along with the memories...

I make it short for you Pouria, you were dreaming again!

I bet you don't wanna hear who was in that dream as you do know. It's been hours since then but the image seems to be clearly in front of me as I tell about.

It was a hot day, one regular day in the midst of summer. I was laid down on a rig right beside a shore, facing to a calm sea, stormy in distant. I was listening to some Turkish song I can't even remember a word of it, though, I had been drowned in the atmosphere, deep enough to perceive the mood I was into.

At that moment, it seemed that I had been visiting someone important and my eyes were keeping track of him. Suddenly I saw a familiar face coming toward me. She said: Were you expecting me coming?

-No, I was just looking the other way. I replied in a cold tone.

She came and sat on the old, rustic rig, looking for sentences to bring our conversation to a new level. I was staring at far away, going deeper in the beautiful, sad song I was listening to.

I didn't even realize that I'm the one who is enjoying the song, not she, not anyone else. Literally, anyone else.

repeating the lyrics of song on my lips while looking at her, just been seeing myself. Not in a way that I'm part of her or being into her. No!

It felt like a redemption. Something new that I haven't been able to experience for a long time.