conversations in black & white

I like the unorthodox beauty of what ifs.

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- You can just put an end to it and pretend like it has never happened?

- Hmm… It does sound like a good idea.

- Yes, it does, doesn’t it?

- Maybe I’ll give it a try

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- You will never get married!

Silence

- I don’t know, maybe not.

Laughter

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She stops

- I like the color of that wall

He stops, too

- Yes, it is beautiful, but I think it is beautiful because of the color of the window frame

Impressive comment. We could have been good friends.

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- It looks weird – goooood!

Mats Ek said. I agree.

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- I guess every girl like Carrie has a Mr. Big.

Is that bad?

Hmm…

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- What if…I was floating on a pink cloud back then – and not a gray one.

I like storm. I love the sound of thunder. I love it when the clear blue sky cracks up and summer rain falls down.

And then, when it lightens up again and I can feel the sun on my wet hair, I feel an explicit happiness. He, totally unaware of the summer rain and the following sunlight, wanted me to float on a pink cloud.

- I don’t even like pink.

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- What if…everything really does happen for a reason?

- What if…time was undefinable.

- What if…I knew what is meant to be or not.

- What if…what ifs didn’t exist?

under the sun

I miss drinking beer under the sun
I miss my colorful summer dresses
I miss the flowers
I miss the summer breeze
I miss laughter and laud people in the street
I miss Istanbul
I miss the crowd
I miss wearing my sunglasses
I miss summer wine

and mmm….I miss strawberries!

listen to under the sun by wax poetic and you’ll know what I’m talking about.