I think of my smile hidden in your eyes, and of the joy of my soul resting in the peal of your laughter. How in the curve of your lips lies so many rays of sunshine that winter turns to summer.
When we think about life after high school, we can imagine various situations. Choosing the right course, what the days on campus will be like, what awaits me from now on, it was thinking about all this and much more that I arrived in Chicago.
However, even with all the preparation and meticulously laid plans, the last thing on my mind was getting lost in a vast expanse of green. But it wasn't just a vast stretch of nature that surrounded me; it was something deeper, more intimate: the penetrating green of your eyes.