You were promised to me

"This is me. Hiding and lying that this is just an image is ridiculous. I put into this story a difficult period of my life, when time took me away from myself. It is painful to talk about loss. It is better to write about it. I tried, and I myself did not notice how I grew out of it.

It is impossible to rediscover the beauty of the world,

without losing something important. In place of what was lost, there remain the voids of bottomless ravines. And trying to fill them, you begin to value life more.

Let our losses be a test for us, but not a torture."

Yours, Safarli