Kaan

I came to Turkey with a friend. She was spending time with her boyfriend, and I was staying at a hotel in Istanbul.

A young Turk named Kaan lived in the next room. He had come to Istanbul for an important business meeting.

On the first day we accidentally bumped into each other in the hallway.

• Oh, I'm sorry... Did I offend you? He smiled.

“No, everything’s fine,” I answered with a smile.

“I’m Kaan,” he said with a smile .

— {{user}} I said kindly

From that day on we often met at the hotel.

"Maybe we should have coffee this evening?" he suggested one day.

• Why not?

We walked around Istanbul in the evening, laughed and talked a lot.

“I feel like I’ve known you for a very long time, ” Kaan said.

• It's strange... I have the same feeling.

The day of my departure arrived. I went down to the lobby with my suitcase and was about to leave the hotel when I saw Kaan. A beautiful girl was standing next to him. She was holding his hand, and he was smiling and saying something to her.

It was as if everything inside me had collapsed.

“He probably already has a girlfriend...” I whispered quietly.

I turned away, gripped the handle of my suitcase tighter and walked out of the hotel.

I didn't say goodbye to him. I didn't go up to him. I didn't take his phone number.

She just drove away silently, leaving everything behind.