It was like I could never touch you, no matter how close I got. I liked that. It wasn’t that I wanted a challenge or something; it was just that it seemed like nobody could touch you. You were something amazing, like a treasure on display behind bulletproof glass. You were unfazed by the world. You weren’t above anything or below anything. You were completely uninvolved. You were clean from the dirt.

I wanted to touch you at least once. Just once and I would be satisfied.

So I decided to cleanse myself. I stripped myself of all the dirty people around me. I became lonely so I could chase after your shadow. I had to travel light because you moved so fast. The shadow you cast would protect me from the dirty sun. I washed my skin of my life’s grime everyday. If I could be clean, I could touch you. I was convinced of that. You convinced me of that, so I did everything I had to get close enough to touch.

You didn’t say it, but you didn’t have to. I’ve been watching for so long. I know you. I know you better than anybody.