The story of Union
- Jan 4, 2026
- 4
He asked me, “Why do you want to be with me? You don’t even know me? If you knew me, you wouldn’t love me.” Yesterday, sitting at the beach, I thought about this question again. Why do I really love him? I started to write all the things I loved him for, all the intimate moments between us. I remember when I looked at the small tree in his home. I said it is a very cute tree, and he said it’s because you have an eye for it. You have the eyes to see how cute the tree is. Then he told me the story of the exact same tree he had back in İstanbul. “Before I moved out of that place, the tree grew this tall,” he showed me the height with his hands. How cute, I thought we were talking about a tree like his old friend and how he cared for the tree and appreciated it.

















