Across thousands of eyes, we crossed glances.
Through the glass, we managed to connect.
We definitely didn’t meet in the most conventional way.
Both you in the center and I in the north are ways of thinking: in my center, you have me feeling different things, while in my north, you nourish me with every syllable.
We have spoken little about the distance because we both know it isn’t enough to keep us apart—and if it were necessary, I would travel wherever you are to see you.
The time we’ve spent talking has been short, but I know this still has a long way to go.
Photography by Abel Osorio // Developed and scanned by Foto Star
