"asıl sahibini hiç bulamamış eski bir mücevherin, kendisine tanrı kadar yabancı bir cepte yol alışı gibiydi otobüsün arka tarafında cama kafasını dayamış yalnız halim."
he was mine but not really. i never really had him so i never really lost him. i guess this is how we will always be, i had him and he had me but then again there is no us. *