17 Years old, you have always been wonderful. You are the boy who wandered at the intersection several times and walked back through the crowd to hold an umbrella for the kitten. I've been watching you, all the time.
The wind has blown away time, but it cannot blow away the aspirations of our hearts.
24 Years old, crowded, but I can still see you at a glance.
Intention: The life we long for is in our own hands