Apologies for my behavior when there were multiple noises going on simultaneously.

در حین اینکه داشتم با اسکاچ و کف چربی های روی ظرف ها رو به کشتن می دادم و گره های ذهنیم رو باز می کردم، این کار ماهان پلی شد و بعد یه آرامش خاصی سلول به سلول توی مغزم جریان پیدا کرد.
بعدش به این فکر کردم که کار های این پیشی به اندازه ای که براشون زحمت می کشه و قشنگن، دیده نمیشن و از این موضوع غمگینم.

One of the ways I show love is by remembering the little things about you.

In the hushed reverie of flickering candlelight and the embrace of ancient tomes, I long for you to rest your head upon my lap. As the shadows weave their dance upon the walls and the fragrance of old parchment lingers in the air, I would trace the contours of your hair with a tender touch. In this secluded alcove of moonlit whispers and quiet contemplation, each stroke would become a silent ode to our closeness, turning the ephemeral moment into an eternal sonnet of love and serenity.

Yet you remain, steadfast and striving, and that is a victory in itself.