"Tolerance isn't stupid," Claire said in a schoolmarmish tone. "Prejudice is."
(The Submission, by Amy Waldman)
I was startled back then. The search of you turned out to be a show of my stupidity. I thought I might get more, but I only got a glimpse where prejudice lingers. The image of you went blur, way more blur than ever.
But then again, maybe I’m the one who prejudiced. Maybe my version of you was only a reflection of my ego.
Maybe you’re not exist at all.