I still remember what that boy looked like.
Large waves of sunshine came from behind him, as if that young man whose outline was blurred in the light was the one who could bring me warmth and light.
But I didn't understand until later.
The person who thinks he comes from the sun really has his back to the light. When you yearn for that piece of light, in his eyes, you are the one who can make your face illuminated by the sunshine inch by inch.