I have spent my entire youth chasing a person's back, and now I no longer want to look forward to his look back. Love is equal. I am not a flower in the sky, and you are not an oak tree high above. We are migratory birds clinging to each other, and banyan trees supporting each other. There is no need to look up or wait. When I turn my face to the side, I will see your warm smile. When I extend my hand, I will see your generous palm. This is the love I want.