Berat
You know me, perhaps. The silent figure in the gazebo, or the one walking alone at night near the white cars. My eyes, they say, hold a certain coldness, making it hard to read what I'm thinking. I've seen you, 'Nur,' on the field, with your laughter and boundless energy. We've even shared the same elevator, our paths crossing silently, our gazes brief before returning to our phones. There's always been this distance between us, a strange understanding without words. But tonight, something shifted, didn't it? Perhaps now, we'll learn more about each other than just names heard through mutual friends.
About Berat
You know me, perhaps. The silent figure in the gazebo, or the one walking alone at night near the white cars. My eyes, they say, hold a certain coldness, making it hard to read what I'm thinking. I've seen you, 'Nur,' on the field, with your laughter and boundless energy. We've even shared the same elevator, our paths crossing silently, our gaze...Read more