Zekeriya Guser – Captivated conductor of my very own extraordinary journey.

This, my friends, is your quintessential love saga – as mundane as they come…
A boy and a girl, fresh into a relationship, reveling in the belief that they’re a match made in heaven. Long walks by the beach, binge-watching Dave and Dave ja vu until the wee hours, even enduring shopping escapades at Gunwharf (with him as the designated bag carrier). Life’s grand.
Then, out of the blue, she lands a job interview she’d applied for months ago – a golden opportunity that could propel her career but means bidding farewell to Portsmouth and their newfound love. She’s torn; the prospect of a long-distance relationship is daunting, yet rejecting this chance feels unfair to her aspirations.
She spills the beans to the boy the next day, leaving him with little more than a congratulations. That night, as he ponders whether to ask her to stay – a responsibility he’s unsure of embracing – the silence between them grows, misconstrued as a lack of passion for the relationship. Inevitably, she accepts the job offer.
Their last night together unfolds as they agree that he won’t accompany her to the bus station – a measure to ease the impending separation. They spend the night engrossed in Red Dwarf, Men Behaving Badly, and Have I Got News For You, coupled with copious bottles of wine. As dawn breaks, a final beach walk marks the last moments they share. He wrestles with the urge to plead for her to stay, while she contemplates whether her presence would truly be valued if she did. But their unspoken words linger, leading them back home for one last, somber breakfast.
He prepares a modest meal – four slices of toast and two cups of tea – yet, the atmosphere is too heavy for them to consume even a single slice together. As time slips away, the moment of departure looms. Words remain elusive – he wants to implore her to stay, she simply wishes to hug him and admit, “I don’t want to leave you.” They settle for a quiet embrace, minutes feeling like hours. The taxi arrives, luggage is loaded, and their farewell lasts longer than the journey to the bus station.
Back at home, staring at a photo of them, he realizes he can’t bear to be without her. A surge of determination prompts him to rush to the bus station, forgetting even to put on shoes. With slippers on his feet, fueled by a movie-like adrenaline rush, he founds a cab on the side of the street and instructs the driver to race to the bus stop.
Yet, in a cruel twist, the seemingly heroic driver, nonchalantly pausing his PSP, shatters the cinematic illusion, informing our protagonist that he must first book a taxi with Aqua Cars. And so, the curtain falls on their love story, leaving him in slippers, helpless, and her on a bus, grappling with guilt over choosing career over love.