STORIES
At the Entrance
COME STORIES
Story:
Entering the cinema was always the moment I was eagerly waiting for because I was experiencing a special connection there.
She knew she liked girls, while I was not aware of my feelings.
At the entrance to the cinema hall, we regularly socialized, laughed, connected with our eyes, even synchronized answers without prior agreement. This feeling was more than just friendship, it aroused a craving for more, for closer contact, for touches that would express what words could not. Every time we met, we wanted more, we wanted to make that moment longer.
I could not stop looking into her eyes and lips; those eyes were like a door to an unexplored world, and those lips called for words that could not be spoken. My hand was eager for touch, longer hugs that would say what feelings often can’t. It was a desire for the unexplored, for something unimaginable until that moment.
Time had no meaning; there was only a desire to meet again, for the duration of that special connection that seemed as if it should never end.
Entering the cinema hall represented the door to her, the awareness of my own attraction to girls.