David's Love: A Story of the Heart, Marriage, and a Basket Full of Hope

I left the village, in Ostad Akbar's car; the road was not smooth, nor was it fun, nor comfortable. The road was long, bone-chilling, but I was going. Because when love is involved, excuses are rubbish. I went this way because I had to go. Because I had to prove it. I went to the city to buy fruit and wedding snacks. But the truth is: I went to buy myself, not fruit. I went to say that I am a man of my word. I am not one of those who only know how to say I love you and leave. I looked at the fruits one by one; clean, bright, correct. Not because the fruit is important, Because the life I want to build should not have any stains. Because Arezo does not deserve a life of sloppiness. I went this way for Arezo Khanum. For the woman I love, without borders, without pretension. And for Burhan and Yashar; Children who, if I am going to enter their lives, must enter with action, not slogans. This path was not just shopping; This was a war. A war with fatigue, with lack, with the ridiculousness of circumstances. But I stood my ground. Because love is not cute; it is a responsibility. I truly love desire. As long as the dirt road, the scrap car, the night, fatigue, and pressure don't stop me. As long as my hands get dirty to build a life, it doesn't matter. #True_Love #I_Love_You_A_Wish #For_You #Heart_to_Heart #With_You_Until_The_End #Choice_of_My_Heart #Love_of_Life #Unpretending_Romance #Love_means_responsibility #I_stood_for_love #With_actions_not_words #To_create #Man_of_Life #Life_together #Simple_but_True_Beginning