Elif realized that Selim needed to learn what "deep pain" actually felt like. He had treated love like a hobby, but she had treated it like life itself.

Elif looked at the screen and felt a strange sensation—not the usual fluttering of hope, but a cold, sharp clarity. She remembered the nights she had spent "dying of longing" while he was out seeking "new skin" and laughing from behind different frames. "Dur, Yavaş" (Wait, Slow Down)

"Now," she wrote, "it's your turn to see love from its real owner."

She reminded him that "spring doesn't come with such ebbs and flows." You can't just leave when it’s cold and expect flowers to bloom the moment you decide to return. The Real Owner of Love

Hasretten ölsem, devrilsem umrunda olmaz. Hadi or'dan, illa ki bulursun kendine yeni bir ten. Olmazsa utanmadan gülersin başka bi' Dur, Yavaş lyrics translation in English - İrem Derici