The mere glimpse of his pale face brightens up my usually dismal and dull day. He is my favorite sight, my beloved scene. While he is actually nothing more than a single soul among billions of others drifting on the unfathomable ocean of endless possibilities and uncertainties, what my eyes could see is such a magnificent creation whose true worth is beyond measure and whom the heaven was kind enough to bestow upon this world. I do not know when it really started, how it came to be, and why him. All I know is that it is happening, and that it is all about him. However, if you, my dear reader, is thinking that unintentionally excavating a hole into my own heart which only he could fill is great joy, then, dear reader, you thought wrong. While there is this funny sensation I could feel racing through my veins whenever I take a look at him or whenever I hear his name, there is also this desolate and somber vibe that chokes my heart. Because, in the deepest portion of my soul, I know that all I could do is stare. So tell me, boy, when you catch a glimpse of me, what do you see?