In the spring of 21, when you walked on the stairs of the teaching building, that was the beginning of my heartbeat.
It's your figure in the dance classroom, the evasive eyes when we look at each other, the deliberately created chance encounter, the me who jumps up and down when I see you, the one who recognizes you just by looking at your back and your walking posture.
Everyone else is shoulder to shoulder. Of course I know you won't be side by side with me, so I always follow you ten meters away.
Purpose: To be a free bird