Many times it seems to me that people have decided to treat me as non-existent. How should I love them?
Many times it seems to me that people have decided to treat me as non-existent, as a long-buried corpse, who once lived in the world, but now does not. And I’ve always known that I’m an inconvenience. However, in reality, I have not died. I still exist in the world. I may not exist in their worlds, but they never ceased to exist in mine.
