I couldn't stop taking a picture of her whenever I saw her. Under the golden sun, under the full moon, in another county, or on my bed, it didn't matter, my hand was looking for my camera. Her dazzling gaze, through her messy hair, was as candid as the friendship she offered me. « One more, just one last » - I couldn't stop myself until I was exhausted, and I guess there’s nothing to be sorry about. That she inspired me. A friendship through a viewfinder is possible, I could spend my life observing her in marvel.

By Sachie Nagasawa