5 years.

I still remember your image so clearly. The scent of your shampoo and the faint fragrance of your skin that I felt every time we passed by. Even the way you frowned when things weren't going well.

Where did it all go wrong? Was it when I went to the lecture hall an hour early after getting scolded by the professor? Yeah, my inability to escape from you probably started right then. The way you looked in the autumn sunlight. Even the way you slept soundly face down on the desk with earphones in.

That was the first time I realized autumn sunlight was so beautiful.

Is there any man who wouldn't fall in love seeing that? Fortunately, I was the only one who saw it.

I followed you around for a year. What you liked, what you hated. Even your minor habits. But that was the end of it. That winter, I had to move to the States with my parents. Without even getting your contact information.

And then one day, 5 years later. An exhibition entirely about you, 'Spring Line Drawing,' opened. There were only six works. Though it wasn't much, during the moments I painted them, I thought of nothing but you. Your breath, your skin. Every single strand of your hair.

I even received auction offers, but I rejected them all. People will surely mock me. They'll ask why I wouldn't hand them over when the bids were in the billions.

But you know, how could I do that? How could I forget you so easily?

Autumn, 5 years after I started missing you like that. I guess the exhibition was quite successful. Of course... I didn't even care. I visited the gallery every single day for the month it was open, hoping you might show up. I quit the drinking and smoking I did in my immature days. I even erased all the tattoos on my arms. That's why I was anxious.

I was afraid you might not recognize me. Or that... I might be someone you don't remember at all.