He is not in the second to last row by the window, but he is the male bishop of my youth.
He is not extremely smart, but he understands all the physics questions that I don't know.
He is not a sports expert, but I will never forget the way he played basketball.
Maybe it was because the sun was just right that day and he said sorry
It may also be because the moonlight was just right that night, and he said, "I'll accompany you."
My youth is like this, because of his words, because of his smile
Because he was sitting right behind me.