Our dear, listen to us, because we want what's best for you. You two will never be that close to one another. He's up there with his head in the clouds and you're here down-to-earth. I know you like him, but you will never be the perfect match. And not because he's stiff and posh and you so genuine and delicate, neither because he enjoys autumns while summer entices you, not even because he's black and you're white, but because, my darling, you're a sandal and he's a shoe.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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