Leo - Too Complicated

Dear Leo,

Who are you?

Why are you?

Where are you?

Basically...Why?

I wish, I have a chance to speak with her. Not like going out. We can meet at one cafe, and leave out from different doors. We can wear glasses. But, I would like to see her eyes, when we chat.

Tonight's approach may not be right. Plus, there was really big bubbles in my Turkish coffee, before I started to drink it. There is nazar, there is jealousy in the air. I am just not sure, if I will ever have a chance to speak with her.

Just one chance.

Really, just one.

It doesn't mean a date. Stop that!

Just a cafe talk, run or walk, somewhere I can hear her and see her eyes...

As a regular guy with irregular feelings, I feel more complicated, but not as much as she does for her future, if I understand her right.

I hope I would position myself on the right side, like standing by the window, or by the corner, you know, just waiting...But, not waiting foolishly...

That's why...I just want to talk to her, face to face, and check if there is any light.

My friend heard her voice over the phone, and he also thought that the voice was sweet.

What sweet? It is melting my heart. My whole-being...

I did not fall in love with her...Not yet, and cannot. She is engaged. But, day after day, I am getting more curious...

Dear Leo,

Why? and How did you win her heart?

Why she?

Simple questions, unheard answers.

Dear Leo,

I may be able to find you, somewhere over the rainbow...

I don't say I will gettcha!!!

But, who are you to conquer her heart? Just curious really. I wish happiness to both of you.

Just curious, really. I mean it, believe me.

God bless America!

Coincidence Times Coincidence Equals to Zero

Dear Leo,

Never expect to meet you, but just heard about you.

It was not also expected to have her left alone, with such sympathy, and enthusiasm, and best of all, great sense of humor. You are a lucky person to find such a girl.

For Cafe, the journey just started, after the long-awaited finale with Zair.
It would be such a relief to reach to the shores of long-awaited joyful life, after that foolish struggle for Zair.

Dear Leo,

I just don't understand, how you meant to import love from Turkey. We have lots of great stuff in our country, but why don't you leave such beauties like her in our land. Just curious, really! Why?

I finally decided to travel to the other part of the city and meet her, and realized her ring on her finger, and thought it might be one of "those" rings. In fact, it was your ring, Mr. Leo. Congratulations.

From now on, I can only pray for your happiness, as I believe you match each other perfectly. I hope so. But, if not?

It is not my business to answer that question, but if I sort of love her as well. Honestly, I don't know her as much as you do. But, I desire exactly the same level of sense of humor. Yes, that enthusiasm is all I need in this fast-paced life. The sympathy that will come alive after a long rush work days. She is just so colorful, and fun to talk and listen, forever...

Beg my pardon, also, for some emails I wrote, could be easily recognized as a trial to flirt with her. I was just amazed to hear such a voice, then match that voice with her picture on LinkedIn, then slowly gathered my confidence to meet her personally, finally. Beg my pardon, Mr. Leo. The heart doesn't listen to those cliche rules. It keeps beating...

My heart was beating so fast, I just couldn't figure out how to find the way out, but as I promised to myself, I cut the corners, and asked her those two magical questions, I beg your pardon, Mr. Leo.

I could not have any chance to ask the third question, maybe I didn't believe from the beginning...

Maybe, I just didn't know if she would like to go out for a movie, theater, cafe, or a short walk.

I guess, I just need somebody with such enthusiasm, and if she is reading this, hope she is, then I kindly ask her to find somebody for me. Somebody having similar attributes with her. I want to have a memory out of this long traffic day, resembling heavy traffic in my mind and heart about her answer....

Good job, Mr. Leo. You hit two birds with one stone. You hit her heart and mine, at the same time. She is yours, and I am fined.

The coincidences are:

She came back to Turkey at the same I did.

She is the zodiac sign I guessed.

Her fiancee's name is my zodiac sign.

Her fiancee is foreign, just like mine. Well, I didn't get engaged, officially, but I was, with a foreign girl I met in the US. I broke up with her, due to her changed feelings. I don't know, and I don't want dig further if there is any slight chance for Cafe to meet the Sea again.

Now, staying at the island, unsure about what the winter will bring. Cannot meet the Sea again, unless she gives any signal to me.

Sweden visits my blog for IKEA, what about the rest

It was an upsetting news to have one visitors from Sweden, and it was a particular visit to my post including a note of IKEA Swedish meatballs. Anyways, visit is a visit, welcome on board. Please fasten your seat belts.

First, unable to contact her, and today finally get to ask her that ultimate question. "Did you get married?" The answer was not surprising, since I heard this before. "Soon" she said. "Is there any candidate" I said. She said, yeah, there are some. "How old is he?" I asked to confirm this neither surprising fact. "Twenty-one"
Same age with her. Not a good plan for marriage, but who knows. It's her life and she should be mature enough to find a "man" who she can manage. One of her companies she was unable to manage was me. As I tried to get the ropes to make decision, we get bankrupted. Finally, when I realized we need to make our decisions TOGETHER, it was too late. I like the fact that I love someone more than I care about myself. Her privacy is not accessible, but with my cell-phone call today, she released the curtain a little bit to sacrifice that important fact to help me construct my own life. She said that (supposedly me) I'm not leaving her alone.

Is it me who is still in the jungle, looking for his mate? Maybe, I need to wait until March, which is the mating season. Shall I postpone my search for her and my trip to Baku. According to her, she would still think about me even she gets married with someone else. What a maniac movement? How is this categorized according to Freud? Or Pythagoras. Right now, I declare the world that I'm deleting this file from my folder called love. I will not copy file to my folder de "hate". Sorry, but I send it to her recycle bin. It's there right now. But, it is recycled. Maybe, we will be best friend when we get married with others. Who knows? I know. Some day, we will find each other. What age? In what marriage status (single or duo). I don't want to know sometimes too much information is really too much. I wish her success, but this blog is unlimited. As I said, I love her more than she loves herself, more than I love myself. But, now, the love is gone.

Gone with the wind, and may Allah keep the wind direction far away from me.

Best wishes,
Cafe