Based on a true story
"I am more familiar with your back than your face." My dear boy, are you okay? Your back, the smell of school passing by, I will never forget, never, when I meet you again and again, will you also say in your heart, "so lucky". I once picked up a beam of light and gave it back to the sun at sunset. I still remember you when it gets dark - I promise not to like you again this year.
Intention: Every time we look at each other, I really want to tell you that I like you, all the time. If possible, I hope it is to give rather than to pay tribute.
