To M

M stands for Mohsen. Now I'm only gonna say this once because I can't bear thinking about that name for a second time. It's quite strange how much I'm related to that name since I couldn't even pronounce the name right. I couldn't say the damn word right from the beginning till the end. I made lots of effort trying to say that right, usually drunk, and I tried so hard. I guess sometimes no matter how hard you try, there's no solution. 

Funny thing. M can also stand for the Moon, a name he gave to himself. Yeah he's pretty proud and he likes himself that much. One tip for lovers who can't see their futures: don't name your partner something immortal, otherwise you are gonna suffer big time when you see that damn bright thing. I think I'll remember him forever because I have such a marvelous reminder. 

We used to go to the beach quite often, usually at night time. The sea was very peaceful, not even one wrinkle. And the dark blue color was nearly black, with the reflection of the moon bouncing on the surface. It was a bit chill, and we were arming around each other. My side was towards the moon and his to the city lights. He can be really gentle, and he said, "let's switch." And we changed directions, without getting out of the warm hug. 

We used to go to the beach quite often, usually at night time. We had a common good friend. There was one time when the three of us went to the beach together, and it was quite windy. He lay down in the middle, with the other two of us by his side. He used a green bottle Body Shop perfume.

We used to go to the beach quite often, usually at night time. There was like seven or eight of us, with a few whisky and vodka friends as well. My girl brought her laptop, claiming "I'm not drinking! I'll do my homework!" Well we ended up finishing several bottles. I liked the idea of us sharing one glass, and the rest of them making fun of us doing public affection display.

We used to go to the beach quite often, usually at night time. He was gone. There was three of us there on the beach that night. My lovely flatmate, a bottle of brandy and a lost me. The sea was very peaceful, not even one wrinkle. And the dark blue color was nearly black, with the reflection of the moon bouncing on the surface. It was a bit chill.