In the summer when he was seventeen years old, he stood on the edge of the playground and saw a girl standing in the light. He thought it was the farthest distance in his life. Later she handed over a note and said, "You can only play with me."
In her freshman year of high school, she turned around and said, "Let's separate." No explanation, just "You deserve a clean slate." It took him many years to understand that those words were not what she said.
In college, another man sat across from him and put an extra dozen vegetables into his bowl. She said, "I'm not waiting for you, I'm doing my thing, which happens to be related to you."
He has come a long way. The moonlight, as far back as the age of seventeen, finally fell on him from the opposite side of the wall.
