Everyone is seeing others through me
But I'm just me
It can only be me
Not a substitute for anyone
Since Anya forty-six years ago was loved by someone,
Anya eighteen years ago was loved by someone
Why can't anyone love Anya now?
I used to think that the person I replaced must have a wonderful life
But when my life trajectory completely overlaps with hers
I just know
It turns out we are all her
It's not her either
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
