Tuдџba Yurtв Benim O › 【ORIGINAL】

The café’s sound system transitioned, and the rhythmic, pulsing beat of Tuğba Yurt’s "Benim O" began to fill the warm evening air.

Derin listened to the lyrics about a love so deep it feels like ownership of the soul—not out of possessiveness, but out of absolute certainty. The song seemed to voice everything she had been too afraid to say out loud. Why was she holding back? Life was too short to let the perfect person slip away because of fear.

A woman at his table leaned in closer to whisper something, placing a hand lightly on his arm. A sharp, burning sensation flared in Derin’s chest. It wasn't just simple jealousy; it was a profound, sudden realization. Kerem wasn't just a part of her life. He was her heart. TuДџba YurtВ Benim O

The air in the coastal town of Kaş was thick with the scent of jasmine and saltwater. Derin sat at the corner table of the bustling open-air café, her fingers tracing the rim of her iced coffee. She wasn't looking at the sunset; she was looking at him.

She walked over to Kerem’s table. The woman with her hand on his arm looked up, surprised. Kerem turned, his eyes meeting Derin’s. The noise of the café, the chatter of the crowd, and even the music seemed to fade into a low hum. All Derin could see were his familiar green eyes. The café’s sound system transitioned, and the rhythmic,

"No, let me finish," she interrupted, taking his hands in hers. They were warm, grounding her. "You are my person. You are the one I want to share everything with. I don't want to share you with anyone else in that way. To put it simply... Benim o. You are mine, and I want to be yours."

His name was Kerem. He was laughing with a group of friends a few tables away, his eyes crinkling at the corners just the way they did in Derin's favorite memories. Why was she holding back

"What is it, Derin? You look like you're about to give a manifesto," Kerem teased gently, though his eyes held a trace of nervous anticipation.