The window of the room faced a street lamp.
I don't know when, I just caught a glimpse of him, and I haven't seen him casually since.
He was so focused, so entranced.
You meditate by the lamp. When I look at the lamp, you are very close. When you look at the window, you are far away. I am the person by the window that you cannot see, and you are the person by the lamp with my full eyes.
Until one day, I decided to approach him.
He looked at me with a smile and said softly: "You are here."
It felt like a world away, like we had known each other for years.
I said nothing, stretched out my arms to hug him, and he disappeared into my arms.