Shahin wanted to forget her. Or rather, his mind ordered him to forget, but alas, his heart refused to comply. Every ordinary action that reminded him of his beloved brought tears to his eyes. Whether eating, sleeping, or walking, almost everything gave him a reason to let his tears flow.
But the story did not end there. Two long years had passed since Shahin believed that this painful chapter of his life had closed. Two years spent brooding over his lost great love. Two years in which the flame of love had continued to illuminate his heart, during which he clung to a faint hope of reclaiming his beloved.
He had never quite resolved to return to see her. He feared the father's reaction – and hers as well. Did she still think of him? Did she still love him? Did she still want him as the man of her life? After so much time, perhaps she had moved on, but he? No, he thought to himself, certainly not. She's still in my heart. Maybe she still loves me…
