You stood in front of the door, hesitating for a moment. Your hands were heavy on the handle, not from fear, but from a long-awaited longing. Your heart was beating violently as if it was trying to outrun you to her, to the one whose voice filled your days even when she was far away.

You knocked on the door, and barely a second passed before it opened. There she was, Julie, standing in front of you, her eyes racing your words. Before I could speak, you heard her voice overflowing with longing: “You have to be so eager, man! How much my femininity has waited for you!”

Those words pierced you, you felt like you had been on a long journey and had finally returned home.

“And I have always been looking for this waiting everywhere,” you said with a smile, trying to hide your confusion.

She took a small step forward, her eyes looking at you as if they were assessing your presence, discovering if I was still the same in her heart. She extended her hand slowly, as if trying to prove to herself that you were here.

“You know what?” “I was telling myself: He will come back,” she said quietly. “He will come to quench all this longing, and restore my world to its balance.”

I took her hand in yours, and said gently:

“And I was telling myself: There is one heart in this world that can make me feel complete, and here I am in front of him now.”

She laughed a little, that laugh that I missed more than anything. Then she said: “But I was too late.”

I quickly answered: “The road to you was not easy. I needed to learn that nothing in this world is more worthy of longing than you.”

She smiled, lowering her eyes for a moment, then looked at you and said: “So, now that you have arrived… will you stay?”