That Evening on The Balcony

07. 07. 2022


Istanbul, in the summer, smelled like nothing. All I could catch was the scent of the fresh laundry he hung on the balcony. We were sitting there on the day I arrived from Kayseri. It was the perfect time to watch sunset. So there I was sitting on a chair facing the direction of the sun and he was sitting on the floor leaning against the balcony glass fence facing the opposite.

I remember the sunset was in beautiful shades of orange. The warmth of it made an unmatched combination with the gentle breeze that evening. Everything looked lovely; including him.

Although I just met him that day, there’s always something about him. Something that makes me curious, worried. Something that makes me want to dive into his eyes and travel inside his mind. Maybe it was his voice or the way he talks. It could be the way he fixes his hair or maybe it was his appearance. If it wasn’t for the sunset I honestly wouldn’t know where to look cause it was hard not to stare at him.
He’s very attractive which is an annoying fact cause I know that he never realizes it or he would at least deny it. I wish he could see himself through my eyes.

Yet the best thing about that evening was actually… just sitting there and talking to him. There was never an awkward pause in our conversation. Everything flew nicely like we’ve known each other for the rest of our lives. We didn’t have to pretend to be someone else when we were together.

After talking for a while, in a comfortable silence, I could feel like he was trying to catch my eye.

I returned his gaze, almost too quick.

He gently smiled

and my heart skipped a beat.



I’d never forget every milisecond of it.