Fatoş, for being you, for learning, teaching, loving, laughing, and especially crying. For swims, monkey-bar summers, flicky winters and crunchy lyrical hours. For years of sharing that extra part one gives only to a friend. Thank you.

"For how many things, which for your own sake should never do, do we perform for the sake of our friends"

"Yine mi sen? Bıktım artık bu yazılardan"
`Abi..."
"Öff, üç nokta koymadan yazamaz mısın?" deme. Moronüfer Kuyaş'çığım, belki de sondur bu.

"The touched heart madly stirs,
your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles
every gesture is a proclamation,
every sound is speech..."