Comments on: Red Wine, That Is…

By: أنا سوري

أنا سوري — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 21:35:26 +0000

I love your writing style, but it’s very hard to read because of the font color along with the background. Would you please consider changing that to make it easier to read? Great work.
Cheers

By: KJ

KJ — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 08:08:37 +0000

Wallahi ya Yazan, you’re speaking on my behalf as well in this post. I’m as confused as you are, so I can’t help much here but say you’re not alone

By: Mariyah

Mariyah — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 03:05:26 +0000

Yazan, I haven’t any wise advice to give – as who does that better than Abufares? I haven’t any judgement to make on your actions – because love and emotions aren’t based on logic and don’t follow any set rules. The only thing I feel I can comment on is how truly lovely, albeit sweetly melancholy, your musings are. Her beauty is certainly flowing gently beneath your words.

By: Abufares

Abufares — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 18:41:16 +0000

You did a great job disecting your raw emotions and replying to my comment. I knew there’s a light still going. Feeble as it may be, it could burn for a long, a very long time.
And time my friend, despite how harsh it might seem to be, is lovers’ best friend.

By: Yazan

Yazan — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 15:26:20 +0000

Abufares,

It’s a most difficult question to ponder about now. Why didn’t I send the letters, and whether I did love her enough.

There was a certain feel of the inevitable at the end, and it was all easy to succumb to it, I admit. Hope might be an overwhelming power at times, but it’s not endless. There’s just so much hope you can have in you before it’s crushed by what life throws at you.

It’s never really over though, as painful as it is to admit. Hope might be what’s bringing back these memories now. I suspect hope was also responsible for the little book she wrote this year.

It’s all too raw and confusing to articulate into words, so my comment, much like the post, doesn’t make all that sense.

By: abufares

abufares — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 13:18:58 +0000

I might be totally off my mark but I really think that had you loved her enough you would’ve mailed those letters (that goes to you too Katia)

The basic difference between love and a relationship is that one is driven entirely by hope while the other relies on calculations of wins and losses, even subconsciously.

Sure it’s nice to have it all our way and be together from day one to the end of times but it doesn’t work out like that. The mass majority of people live together in relationships. There are those few, very lucky few, who have it all. For the rest, being in love is not that easy. Yet, the names of cities, countries and even continents become insignificant once true love is what’s keeping them together, despite the vastness of time and space.
Hope!?

By: Yazan

Yazan — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:22:05 +0000

Katia,

I have so many rough drafts written to many people that never left my drawer or my email. I think, in many ways, we write these as testaments of the time, and we keep them as reminders, much like a disarray of pages from a random diary. When I sit down and read them again, they feel like I was writing them to myself rather than others.

My dear Katia, you are a grand teaser. I love that.

How am I supposed to stop thinking of what you’ve written and never sent to me now. ;)

By: Yazan

Yazan — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:17:47 +0000

Posh,

You’ve summarized everything I wanted to say in a wonderful way. There are many things that I regret in my life, but most of them relate to times in which I overcalculated my responses and took the safe way.

It’s lovely to see you here again. :)

By: Yazan

Yazan — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:14:46 +0000

Omar,
I think Posh articulates it better than I’ll ever be able to. That faint hope that, maybe, just maybe, it could work.

The thrill of the adventure and the intensity of the feelings, good and bad, are two things that I would never regret.

And like you said, life would be terribly boring without them anyway.

By: Katia

Katia — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 21:57:25 +0000

All that matters is that you loved and that she colored your world. Eventually, that’s the beauty of it.

It’s funny to read about you writing letters that you never mailed. I do that all the time with e-mails. I wrote some to him. I guess I never sent them exactly because I knew it was all “bound to crash”. Moreover, some are just written in my mind and I could recite them word by word. However, I have never been able to actually write them.

I just took a minute to skim through my drafts and guess what, I even have two addressed to you that are still yeasting in there.

Anyway, loving your post :-)