Listen to me, Reda

Oh, Reza, the most beautiful thing about writing is that you can't interrupt me. I admit that you might turn away from me if I speak to you, or silence me, or throw away our old gifts and letters and then lie about not doing so. But this time, you won't be able to get rid of my memory, and I thought I would choose for my memory to resemble my words. So if you suddenly expect something, or decide to write on the pages of my desk, or scribble on the lines, you won't interrupt me! You will take these words of mine and write them down. So I advise you to make your decision and listen to me. And you listened to my story, which I now want to continue writing. I will reveal things I didn't know before... And you, Reza? Will you listen to me? Oh, Reza, the most beautiful thing about writing is that you can't interrupt me. If I speak to you, I know you might turn away from me or silence me. You can also throw away our old gifts and letters and then lie about not doing so. But this time, you won't be able to get rid of my memory, for I want it to resemble my words. Even if you suddenly stop reading, or close the pages of my notebook, or start writing over the lines, you won't be able to interrupt me! Because these words of mine will be written down. So, I advise you to make your decision and listen to me. Listen to my story, which I now feel compelled to learn to write. I will reveal things to you that I never knew before... Perhaps, just perhaps, you will listen to me this time...