In the summer of 2005, I met him during a rainy day.
He seemed to be attractive, and my eyes were destined to follow him.
I never told him I liked him, but I'm sure he knew.
Later....
It has been seven years. How is he now?
I once thought that even in the vast sea of people, I would find him at a glance and follow him through the sea of people and over the mountains and ridges.
Do you have someone you like? A lonely and grand love...