I found someone like you today. You, the love of my life, who couldn’t love me anymore because of my disorder. Just like you, he programs AI, watches clouds, goes to the cinema alone and he even has blue eyes. Unlike you, he lives in my city and speaks my language. He’s been my Facebook friend for years, but somehow I noticed him today. I don’t remember where I know him from. Maybe that TEDx where I felt so bad I took the pill that calms you down in an instant, but also makes you forget several hours around the time you swallow it. I thought of writing to him. Meeting him. If he is like you, he would like me, maybe he would love me, then he would love me less, and then he would disappear and send me a random photo every 3 months. I touched his mouth in the picture on my screen. Bye, handsome. It would be amazing to be the woman I’m not.