Her gaze outside was shifting through the trees to the flat, still space in front of the house, and no one was with her except her thoughts. The windows of life are closed in its face, if we exclude one. It was a real window overlooking the still space from her room.
Her head at this moment was the field of a battle that was neither new nor strange because she was fighting it against herself for the fiftieth time. She wants to forget a man! But the request to forget is nothing but a major form of love in which a person admits his own defeat and seeks the way back, taking steps led by confusion and covered with tears.
There were signs of tears in her eyes. She stopped flooding as if she too did not know a way to go, then her lips parted in a slight trembling and a smile was born between them that was strange among the features of her sad face. Then it made you wonder about forgetting!
She saw the happiness of the world in all its colors packed into his magic rivet, because she wanted to forget this man. She began to flatter oblivion with all her mind and emotion. That pure negative meaning that we cannot understand unless we search for an equivalent or similar meaning to it.