He couldn't be without her, it was true. But he understood now that being "without" someone physically didn't mean they were gone. As long as the music played and the Bosphorus flowed, she was the rhythm in his stride and the salt in the air. He turned away from the water, walking back into the city, finally letting the song carry him home.
He remembered their final evening. There was no grand fight, only the quiet realization that her path led to a life across the ocean, and his was rooted in the cobblestone streets of his ancestors. They had parted with a hug that felt like a bridge collapsing. Since then, the silence in his apartment was a constant, suffocating companion. Д°ntizar Sensiz Olamam
The rain in Istanbul felt heavier that night, mirroring the weight in Kerem’s heart as the melody of İntizar’s "Sensiz Olamam" drifted from a nearby café. The song’s title— I Can’t Be Without You —wasn’t just a lyric to him; it was the haunting reality of his every waking hour. He couldn't be without her, it was true