I remember exactly the first time I saw him.

I had found a comfortable and cheap flat in town, but I hadn't planned to stay more than a few months since it was far from my university. It was only until I find something better. I wasn't often at school though (no need to). I prefered wandering around in town or just staying home.

My best friend was my camera. I got my first one from my brother for my fourteenth birthday. I'll never forget that day. I was so happy, I spent the next hours running all around our house and our garden to take random pictures before I finally fell asleep on our little bench. I take it everywhere I go ever since. Photography had become the only thing that made me feel good, free and inspired. It made me look at the world in so many different ways. I became passionate, curious and patient. Photography became a huge part of my life and of who I was. People can disappoint you, even deceive you. Photography never will. At least, it's much more reliable than boys.

I had never really paid attention to what was beyond my window until that night. I had stayed in town to take as many pictures of Seoul at night as I could and hadn't checked the time. Usually, the only source of light was coming from the street lamps, the neon signs or the cars' headlights. But that night, something was different. As I was in the living-room, heading for my bedroom, I saw light coming from the opposite building, more precisely from the window at the exact opposite side from mine. Suddenly curious, I stopped and came closer to take a quick look.

And there he was. I couldn't see his face very well though : he was dancing. I immediatly wondered how he could listen to music at this hour and not be afraid of his neighbours' reaction. But I realised then his window was open, mine too, but I didn't hear any sound except voices, laughs or car noises. There was no music. He was just practicing. At 3:00 AM, he was rehearsing in his appartment. And I figured he had started a long time ago. I had never seen him before, but he immediatly puzzled me. No matter how hard I was trying, I couldn't turn my head or get my eyes off of him. Since he couldn't see me (I had turned off the lights in my appartment) and I didn't feel very tired, I decided to stay and watch him for a while. He danced quite well, I was very impressed. He emitted such energy even though he looked exhausted, I admired his strength. Instinctively, I took my camera and started to take pictures of him. Something about this guy was inspiring. Maybe was it the way he moved, the way he looked, or just his attitude when he danced ? I didn't know exaclty, but it was very attractive.

Half an hour went by before he finally stopped to catch his breath. I saw him taking a towel and wipe away his sweat. Then I saw his face, at last. Probably my age, quite tall, he was really handsome. Even cuter when he yawned. Even hotter when he took off his tee-shirt and put it on his shoulder. I quickly took a photo of him before he turned his back and disappeared from my sight.

I'm not sure I actually slept that night. Wide awake in my bed, I was winding on the pictures I had take, zooming in on his beautiful face. He has that mysterious though confident look, he immediatly appeared to me as a discreet person who didn't talk much. I had only seen him a few minutes, but I couldn't get him out of my mind.

Unconsciously, I was always in my living-room, throwing frenetic looks out my window, trying to catch a glimpse of him, even just for one second. Sometimes I didn't see him for a week. Sometimes he was with other guys, probably his friends : it was the only times I could see him smile or laugh. Sometimes he was alone, playing the guitar. I looked at him with a smile and took a picture discreetly. The more I was watching him, the more I was getting interested in him. I wanted to know what kind of person he was, what he likes, what he hates, what his dreams were. I didn't care that he hadn't noticed me at all, or that I was a complete stranger to him. I became kind of fascinated by him, and before I knew it, watching him had become a habit. I didn't know why I was doing this. I had great friends, a crazy but wonderful brother and I was studying what I loved most in university in my favorite city. But something was missing. I didn't know what it was exactly, I couldn't put a word on it. It's not that I was bored, not really, I had plenty of things to keep me occupied. I just began tired of the routine. Without even realising it, I had become numb. Nothing was making me happy anymore. Even photography didn't bring me as much joy as it used to. Everything was the same to me. But after that night, it all changed. Coming out of nowhere, he had turned my world upside down. He had made me want to believe in something again. That's the power he had had on me, and I was loving it.

Call me crazy, maybe you'd be right. I don't know if something was wrong with me. I didn't care. I just couldn't help myself. Whatever had brought him right in front of me (Chance ? Fate ?), I wasn't ready to let this little spark in my grey universe get away. Even though he was indeed unaware that I was there, watching him, I knew we would meet someday. I didn't know when, but I wasn't going to hide forever.

For now, it was enough for me just to look through the window.