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ممنونم بابت تمام این چندسال
نامه های تهیون و بومگیو همیشه یه بخش پررنگ از کتاب ما میمونه.
خوشحالیم اگه گاهی برای شما مفید بودیم.
دوستتون داریم. ببخشید.
پایان فعالیت آکادمی و بارگاه
my dear; i don’t know if these words will ever find you, but tonight i felt like writing anyway. sometimes silence gets too heavy, and the only way i know how to breathe again is to spill pieces of myself onto paper. if you were here, maybe i wouldn’t need to explain all this. maybe you’d just understand, the way my voice shakes when i'm tired, the way i look for you in quiet corners of the world. but since you’re not, i’ll leave these words like footprints, hoping one day you’ll follow them back to me. you should know no matter how far we drift, no matter how many shadows fall between us, you still live in the softest parts of me. and sometimes i wonder, do i live anywhere inside you? do i still echo in your silence, the way you echo in mine? i try not to ask too much of the universe, but when the night is quiet and the air grows heavy, i find myself wishing you could feel this weight too. maybe then you’d know how much i loved you.
my dear; i don’t know if these words will ever find you, but tonight i felt like writing anyway. sometimes silence gets too heavy, and the only way i know how to breathe again is to spill pieces of myself onto paper. if you were here, maybe i wouldn’t need to explain all this. maybe you’d just understand, the way my voice shakes when i'm tired, the way i look for you in quiet corners of the world. but since you’re not, i’ll leave these words like footprints, hoping one day you’ll follow them back to me. you should know no matter how far we drift, no matter how many shadows fall between us, you still live in the softest parts of me. and sometimes i wonder, do i live anywhere inside you? do i still echo in your silence, the way you echo in mine? i try not to ask too much of the universe, but when the night is quiet and the air grows heavy, i find myself wishing you could feel this weight too. maybe then you’d know how much i loved you.
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ما برگشتیم
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