I remembered having this conversation with a close friend of mine -
He was right there, so very near us, oblivious of my thoughts and feelings, as he laughed so joyfully with his friends.
She looked at me and said:
"Did you love him because he was different?"
And I replied, with a melancholic smile:
"I didn't love him because he was different.
I loved him because he made me feel like I was."