The Year I Stopped Feeling Inferior
Language: en
In the year when I was most sensitive and insecure, I rejected the confession of our high school’s most popular guy, Arthur Vance. The boy, wearing his school uniform, leaned against the wall, raised an eyebrow, and asked: "Are you really rejecting me?" I nodded, my hands anxiously twisting my sleeves. "I really hate you." "Fine." He gave a single nod, hooked his backpack off the floor with one hand, slung it over his shoulder, and said: "Then here's to us never seeing each other again." Later, by a twist of fate during my graduate studies, he and I were admitted to the same…