“The way a love letter longs to be read
I long for you.
The way the poor Kane longs for his sled
I long for you.The way the moon longs for the dark of night
I long for you.
The way a nestling bird longs for flight
I long for you.I am blessed
and I am cursed.
I have waited for so long.
I need you to come to me.
And remind me
of who I was once.”Kamand Kojouri
