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Such was jealousy. Jealousy, the other side of love. Jealousy through which all pleasures and satisfactions, the smiles that heartened us, commitments, and hopes for the future returned inverted, piercing our flesh as sharpened knives and pointed lancets. Mümtaz had known and experienced this for months on end.

Belki bir insan hayatı zamanın fırınında ateşe attığımız bir kağıt kadar çabuk yanıyor. Belki hayat, hakikaten bazı filozofların dediği gibi, gülünç bir oyundur. Tam bir ümitsizlik içinde bir yığın karar kılıklı tereddüt ve küçük, ümitsiz savunmalardır, hatta hulyadır. Ama, gerçekten yaşamış bir insanın ömrü yine mühim bir şeydir.

Awaiting Nuran at the landing or focusing on the face of the clock when she failed to appear gave Mümtaz deep pleasure. It surprised him that men complained of the tendency women had of making others wait, a favorite fallback for comedians. Waiting for his beloved was delectable. Anything promising her presence was delicious ♥️