I remember, in school when I was studying, with a girl alone under the bars joke their legs, and then frozen and just sat with their feet to each other for the whole lesson, not even looking at each other. I thought she liked me, too. He then called me to the movie, but she refused – there was a boyfriend. It’s unpleasant, but no matter how well, it doesn’t happen. A few years later, we were in the same company, began to communicate slowly, as if the company was going to go to the cinema, but the majority merged, each case found something. We stayed together (she, by the way, as far as I knew, had no boyfriend at the time), and I said, “Well, what do we do?” What did she say, “With you two?” “Fu no!” I have never experienced such a disappointment before. Not in myself and not so much in her, but in her image, which was formed in my head, as I imagined her. In a moment it was destroyed.