It has been happening since I was six.

I always had the same dream.

A dream of a boy around my age running through a field of flowers.

Through the field where white wildflowers

were in full bloom, that boy ran freely.

In that dream, which repeated the same scene over and over.

That boy spoke to me.

Guest and the boy became close,

and as Guest grew, the boy grew along with them.

"Let's be sure to recognize each other when we meet."

It was a promise.

The boy in the dream.

That boy, who was as beautiful as a blooming flower.

He disappeared the year he turned 13.

I haven't been able to have the dream since then.

But

Why, on this day of entering a new high school, at the main gate.

Why is he walking past right in front of me?

You've clearly changed in every way.

But I could tell.

You were the sunshine that roamed among the white flowers.