When I was seven years old I almost drowned in a river.
People said I was a weirdo and lonely, and no one wanted to be friends with me.
I wanted to die countless times, but I was like a stone. Life was so hard that I lived until I was 30 years old.
At the age of 30, I was not married, and I had never been in love once.
Suddenly one day a boy confessed his love to me. People said that he and I were both the most difficult people in the group.
Is it because people of the same kind cherish each other? Or do you pity me, or do you just want to find someone to accompany him, or do you want to make him better than me.
This is a story about two strong men who went from playing chess to being side by side. There is no salvation, no hope, only equal trust.
