We met that summer, and in that moment, you were all I could see.
You came through the crowd and walked toward me. You were a fresh-faced, innocent boy, your white shirt set off your fair, rosy cheeks. I secretly watched you in the sunlight. Our eyes met by chance, and the sight of you, bright as sunshine, stayed fixed in my heart.
After that, I only dared look at you from afar. During breaks, I would pretend to go fill my water bottle and sneak past you, then watch you run freely across the playground beneath the setting sun.
We reveled in that dreamlike youth, our eyes always drawn to the beautiful scenery outside the window.
That summer, we both secretly longed for the flowers beyond the window.
