This is what I'll always be to others: a girl in the background. Helpful, never worth helping. Cute, never hot. Good to have around, not worth talking to.

I like being in the background and I like being useful, but I can't shake off that feeling that I wouldn't be seen as such if I only looked a different way. People think that I'm cute and soft because my looks match that profile; I'm sure they would think my need to help others has to be conditional if I looked any different.

We tend to assume so much. I wonder if this is why nobody wants to approach Tiffany. She looks like someone who could play a mean girl in a movie, tall, with platinum blonde hair and cold stare.

This is what she'll always be to others: a girl in the spotlight. Hot, unapproachable, selfish.

I know she's not like that. I can feel it. Each time I see her, I can sense a familiar kind of pain. She just needs someone who can look past what's visible. She needs someone who'll understand how it feels. In a strange way, we're the same because we're opposite of each other.

Opposites attract. Now I understand why I feel all that I feel.