He said he would find me and hold my hand when he sees me, so I know that it’s him. But when I look at the face of the one holding my hand, I only see a stranger smiling at me. So I just smile back at him. One day is too short to get used to him. When that person touches me, I keep telling myself that it’s really him. But I can’t be sure about it. I try to feel him with my eyes closed, then I feel okay. I feel like I am going crazy.