He was sitting on a bench in park. Hands filed with plasters and scars. It was dreadfully hot but at least a little bit or wind blown on his face and he felt relief. He was watching people as they walked near by, slowly, peacefully and relaxed. He remembered how the boy walks; His walk is really relaxed not that slow, but not fast either. He likes when he can walk with him. Talk with him. Smile with him. Doing whatever with him. He loves the boy so much that he can't even close his eyes without thinking about him. The wind blows, again on his face and he woke up from his daydream. He saw him walking around with his beautiful smile and his lovely brown eyes; ' How nice.' He said to himself. Then he left and went home.
