Unlike other children, the person he likes turned out to be a person with the same body structure as his own.
Confused, scared, panicked, hopeless, confused, too much for a 14-year-old.
"Why is it different from others!!!!!!" I asked myself countless times, I don't know who else to ask.
No one dared to say. can not say. Just fight alone.
I am the kind of kid who is always praised for being smart in elementary, middle, and high school.
But at the time, I didn't want to be like this.
All taken away. As long as I can be like other kids. Like "normal people".
By the third year of high school, I probably accepted that I was different. Started to miss it instead.
I feel less and less aware of my existence. "For what reason does it exist?" I don't know.
Perhaps the unique sparkle given by God has been lost on the way to escape youth.
Sad to start.
"Why did you wish you were the same as others at that time?" I
remember an old movie, probably played by Sophie Marceau. By chance, an old man swapped bodies with her because of his thirst for youth.
Her boyfriend found out that she was wrong, but didn't know how to express it. He asked his colleague: Do you believe in things like exchanging souls between two people?
Colleagues thought he was crazy.
Finally one day he broke out and roared at the soul in her body:
You are not her. You peeked at her journal and imitated her behavior, but you were not her.
He ran out and found her soul in her fat body at her favorite fast food restaurant. He hugged her tightly and kissed her.
I always remember this movie. I thought I forgot, but I never forgot.
"This is true love. Even if you change the shell and change your appearance, as long as your soul doesn't change, you can find each other."
It's just such a longing.
In CLAMP's interview on "Cardcaptor Sakura", a certain eldest sister said:
Sakura loves the little wolf herself. Even if Little Wolf is not what he is now, even if Little Wolf is a girl, as long as his soul is still himself, Sakura will still like him.
So I thought: "How unique does a soul have to be to be recognized by a lover through its skin?" I
have been working hard. To be unique in the world. To be worthy of the glory given by the Creator. In order to hover over his body and look at the sad faces of the people around him, he dissipated contentedly.
This story wasn't meant to be told so much. I am projecting myself too much.
Seeing this fat girl staring at her boyfriend who was mourning for her death, she was both relieved and sad.
For a moment, he was happy that he could recognize the familiar self in this strange shell; for a
moment, he was sad and cowardly because he saw his blue nail polish in a trance.
Will you end up falling in love with her now?
Become a better soul, and become a strange body, together.
And wait for me to follow.
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