He's always seen you at a fair distance, he awaits, and waits, and waits, for that moment of valiant colors. A way where the two of you meet, a sacred one. Underlying a deep want for your gaze to come to him.

It was the same for you, you wait, and wait, and wait, and wait until you get tired. You want to meet him. But you can't. The world decided that against your will.

It feels as if there was a depth of bond full of anticipation awaits.