You won’t like me. Because people don’t like those who are different from them. I’m not proud of my difference at all—I do everything to get rid of it. But no matter what I do, it still doesn’t work out.
And what do you think? People whose very existence shouldn’t be possible burst into my life—like a high, broad-shouldered blonde with a thick head of hair and piercing blue eyes who tore me out of my usual world.
When I look at him, my thoughts don’t go in the right direction. But people like him can only have affairs or friendship with people like me.
Do you think I’ll manage to change that?