Real name: louay
B-Zone Nickname: Alone.
A member in the community since: 2019
Message for(Lover/partner/parent/colleague/friend/crush.. etc):
Are they a B-Zone member? (Yes/No): no
The Message:My dear first love, you represented the buds of awakening my open feelings for the first time. You, with that light in your pure eyes, guided me through the hard paths of life and made me always remain optimistic and happy. But, unfortunately, you are no longer mine, you took refuge in someone else's arms. You are like the white acacia flower, my dear, you are perhaps the best wine, but what a pity you went to another boy. On the face of it, I read, however, something else, you will make me think about how long you will live, now it is good but later it can be bad, you will regret it and you will shout my name. Why don't you have the courage to look into my eyes for a second or two? Come on, try to help me, I can't believe you really forgot about me ... God, how much you kissed me, down on the green field in the woods, I remember fondly again, I caught a red poppy flower in your hair . Even so, like the snow that has not yet completely melted, the protection from the shadows in front of the sun will continue to live with this feeling in me, because I have no way to close the door of this love. It's just like a spell, or maybe a curse, that won't break and endure in the endless abyss of time. My cold tears freeze in the cloudy sky and are blown away by the clouds pretending to be kind. Ah, two people who have been together, their feelings are torn ... But know that you will always be here, in my heart, you are in everything I see, in everything I feel, in everything I smell because you are ! Let's give ourselves another chance, I love you very much and I am firmly convinced that you do it too, my love. How could I forget your ebony-black hair, your tree-brown eyes, or your powder-like fingers? I want to end this letter with a simple I love you and let's give it another chance, I forgave you, but I also forgave you! I even wrote you a poem