The days when you and I were flying and sprinting in the same direction were unforgettable and bright days in my life.
Many years later, when I talk about high school, what I will never forget is that morning, when the reddish sunshine shone on your broad back, I called you, and you turned around with a smile as bright as the light on your face.
I also laughed, pinched my fingers uneasily, and smelled carefully, the fragrance of your hair was still wrapped around my fingertips.