I could neither open my hands and hold the drops nor got wet

You fail to explain or understand some concepts.

Those concepts have a definition, a taste and a place for everyone.

Like love.

Throughout the history of humanity, many definitions of love have been made, are being made, and will continue to be made by people from all walks of life.

Where there is life, there have always been beauties, signs, colors, feelings, emotions, dreams, pains, longings and meanings about love and love.

The real state or condition of a person who lives with love, breathes with love, shoulder a life full of love, and consumes a life with love is different from these reasons.

Sometimes he stops drinking, eating, sometimes a whole life is not enough for him.

Sometimes, he is completely cut off from the world, only busy with the one he loves.

Sometimes, his eyes do not see anyone, he gives his integrity only to the one he loves.

Sometimes, his gaze becomes fixed, his thoughts and dreams become the ones he loves altogether.

Falling in love makes a person different.

Falling in love moves people.

Falling in love is not possible for everyone.

Because love is not for everyone.

It doesn't get along with everyone.

The heart where love has fallen is no longer an old heart.

That heart is now in fire, in dark emotions.

The night and the day are now one, your heart falling in love.

Right and left are now mixed, your heart painted with love.

His mind is set aside, love is the heart that walks hand in hand.

This is love, doing what you want, getting what you want, the heart that it is.

For a child, breaking a toy without enthusiasm is what it is to a child.

What a strange thing, this thing that keeps beating inside us, as if the world would turn differently if I held your hands, but it didn't. You passed by like a beautiful rain on a summer afternoon when we were scorching hot, I couldn't open my hands and hold the drops, nor did I get wet, man. I just chilled out a bit, that's all.

Such is love.

He constantly drags the man/woman after him.

It annoys your opponent.

It stuns the soul it puts on.

In fact, love makes even the silent hearts speak.

He brings immovable mountains to his rein.

It makes impassable roads close.

It makes unreachable dreams come true.

Everything got worse, you know? For example, the captain died, they sold the boat, I stopped sailing. Actually I gave up a lot of things, I wish I stopped loving you too.

I wonder if I thought of you the most! I think people are more afraid of dying than being forgotten. Anyway, never mind, these are my problems.

So many things are left unfinished, right? It's like we're slaves when our hands are tied. When something is finished or unfinished, we can't just stand there and have no way of going back. We have to play a magic trick, in order to be able to go back to the street we want, that street has to fall in front of us again.

You were always half but not left behind, I kept carrying you with me. My back hunched, my shoulders ached, but I still did not give up. Because I always believed that one day I would find a way to bring you back in front of me. It didn't happen.. Still, people don't give up hope, they still want it to be completed, whatever is left unfinished...

In a poem you read,

Or another city by the sea

Sitting and thinking of good things

I wish that I come to your mind. You are my half left wound.