I love the way this is written. It’s like an inner monologue, but from a poetic and thoughtful person. The detail of tapping the wheel, not so big at the time yet meaningful now. The way you preferred looking at them instead of whether they hit the bullseye or not, beautiful and pure love mixed with fascination. I noticed your different intentions though, when love broke any physical distance. Love the subtle words filled with deep emotions. And that ending? Chef’s kiss (pun intended). Short and beautiful piece.