Eternal Longing for Derya

Daria, my Pupsik. Your name rises like a prayer in me.

Our world began in messages. But on that October day in Istanbul,

you finally stepped into my arms and the moment felt eternal. I still feel

that first hug trembling somewhere deep inside my chest. Now oceans of

distance divide us. A map that keeps steering you away. You're always running,

always busy and I wait beside my phone just to hear your voice for

a moment. Even a single FaceTime call feels like a lifeline I cling

to. Oh, Daria, it's never enough. Not your smile,