Waking from a dream, I heard the familiar dialogue of two children not far away: "With our backs to each other, we'll count to a hundred. Have you found a hiding place? Which sky have you hidden in?" We kept guessing like this, but if it went on, we'd only wear each other out. We had one chance to meet and fall in love, yet it was like playing hide-and-seek. One would hide, the other would search, a contest of pursuit. The obstacles were always so long. We both thought love was like hide-and-seek, that the tears and laughter made it exciting. But all this mutual guessing was hurting us.
