the scent of your skin

you're not wrong, he's saying:

good evening my love, thank you for thinking about me

so why aren't you writing? I missed you, I've waited a lot, maybe you'll write but you haven't
are you happy? ok I'm not very happy because I feel very lonely

No doubt that everybody is entitled to think and say whatever they want. But only inside courtesy measurments and mutual respect limitations. This is a primary condition.
There could not be a connection between us and people who aren't sicere and honest. In principle, we can't reach an understanding with people who don't have familial and moral values and ascribe importance only to materialistic criteria. People inside this structure don't have honorable personalities and humane emotions. As Ömer Hayyam emphasized in one of his poems, not only you don't establish a dialog with them, you don't greet them nor sit on the same table with them. Even if it's painful, it's the truth.

Goes

Everything may be forgotten
Time is merciless
The end of spring is autumn
Covers the most beautiful things
The wind wipes away autumn leaves
Each flower is a passion
When it wilts beauty doesn't remain
When a rose wilts it is thrown away
The mirrors don't recognize you
If you say friendships they are all false
Loves turn to unlived tales
Love words become sadness flowers
No one recognizes you
Once upon a time
There had been night, it might be raining
Furthermore you're alone
Pains start like that friend
Novels start like that
What is a novel
Novels always resemble each other
Novels are always liars
They always keep sowing the words into the wind
One day you listen to a folk song
On an old times radio
"this coquetry, this coyness, this grandeur won't remain with you one day"
everything is like that
everything may be forgotten

not to write

görmek- to see
görmemek- not to see
görme (stress on the last syllable)- seeing
görme (stress on the first syllable)- don't see

- A wolf doesn't eat its neighbor
- Animals are more compassionate than people
- For some reason, people don't learn a lesson from animals
- It's always the same tale in this world, from past times, without changing it always continues like that
- Even novels always resemble each other, even novels keep sowing words to the wind generally
- Just as nobody wants to help someone who has a good heart to be good, he also doesn't help a person who hadn't have the chance to be born good hearted, to be good.

rüya- dream

good morning my love I missed you very much, I long for your smile I love you