Fire

آری، آری ، زندگی زیباست زندگی آتشگهی دیرنده پا برجاست گر بیفروزیش، رقص شعله اش در هر کران پیداست ورنه، خاموش است وخاموشی گناه ماست سیاوش کسرایی / / / / / Life is like fire, can burns forever. If we turn it on we can see flame dances from far away, other wise its dark and thats our fault.

He was a bit upset, I found out later on that it was because I was using "MY house" rather "OURS". I know it wasn't just beacuse of the words, but beacuse of the feeling. He would probably thought that I would consider everything as "MINE" or the most "my stuff" and "his stuff" compare to him who consider every thing as "ours"

I thought about it, and I recall that even when I'm thinking to myself, i call every thing as mine: My kitchen, My washroom, My bedroom. and that's truly unintentional.

I recall that when we were living separately in two different cities, once he decided to invite some common friends. He asked me to call frineds who are closer to me and invite them over to his place. and I was telling firends to come to "our place" and then there was ambiguity for people that which city they should go!!!! (That was the point that i realize thats not my house!
Then later on he told me he is happy that I'm so comfortable at his place and I call it Our house.
poor guy he didn't know what will happen to "ours" later on