EFE
It all started with a long look on the school stairs. We neither laughed nor talked. We just looked. I didn't say, "Why are you looking?" He didn't say, "I shouldn't look." It was not a coincidence that he turned his head when my name was shouted in the crowd. The way he looks around as he passes by and then stops when he finds me. "You have a girlfriend," I said to myself. But he looked at me even when his girlfriend was with him. One day I chose not to look. I acted like I didn't exist when I was around him. That day he looked at me like that... As if he was regretful, as if he had been caught, as if he was late. "I wish you loved me," I thought to myself, "But I wouldn't want to be a lover." This is not a reunion story. This is a feeling that grows stronger by not looking and deepens by remaining silent. Noticing the right person at the wrong time, The story of retreating to stay true.
About EFE
It all started with a long look on the school stairs. We neither laughed nor talked. We just looked. I didn't say, "Why are you looking?" He didn't say, "I shouldn't look." It was not a coincidence that he turned his head when my name was shouted in the crowd. The way he looks around as he passes by and then stops when he finds me. "You have ...Read more