Well, perhaps what I’m saying sounds ridiculous, completely irrelevant, or even terribly naive—but does it really matter? I love reading and writing, and I simply felt like sharing one of my pieces with you—quite spontaneously, without any preamble. October 2023 I spent tonight alone at home, thinking of you again—wondering what mistake I made that caused you to leave. I wish you could come back; I wish I could say this was all just a nightmare—a terrible nightmare. So many things remind me of you; like those red roses in the vase, staring back at me with their sad, withered look. They’ve dried up, just like the black ink of my letters—letters I’m not even sure you ever read... And then there’s the coconut cake; I’ll never forget that cold winter I spent with you—a winter filled with the aroma of coconut cake. But now, I can’t even bear to bake it anymore, because neither you nor that winter is here. I could write a long list of things that bring back memories of you. I still listen to the songs you used to send me, but they don’t lift my spirits the way they used to... I’m curious: when you hear my favorite songs, do you think of me, too? :) But it’s too late now; I’ve lost you to the past—like a train that never returns. (I know this post came out of nowhere; it’s just a simple note, not a dramatic story،And I'd like to know your opinion. My main point is this: smile and live your life—nothing is worth ruining your mood over. October is just around the corner; be kind and don’t be too hard on yourself. Oh, and have you got your warm woolens ready?)