Let our love be a tempest someday. Let it pull down buildings and uproot trees and block roads. Let it dismantle every other existence we have supported together. Let the clear sky, for one day, reflect upon a barren earth. And perhaps, weep and whimper in pain.

But do not be afraid, my friend!
If it were love, each building shall again reach for the sky, rising from its own dust. Each tree shall resurrect itself and sprout leaves from seeds planted deep below this earth, like promises in our souls. And each road shall again connect our houses and we will see each other, every new day.

Do not ever be afraid, my friend!
If it were love, it will grow back even better.

- Sobhan