You brought yourself with the heavy steps to enter your apartment. Your face flushed with embarrassment and sadness. You gave the lift button a light massage and wait the lift to be opened in front of you. You stared at the reflection of your physical appearance from the steel of the lift door and frowned.

            You hate this. This is the main reason you didn’t have boyfriend for more than (age) years. You have beautiful face— long curved face, sharp nose, round eyes, and red lips. You also have a good brain that makes you stand as a 3rd rank in your university. If everyone can assume, you are perfect.

            You are perfect, but not in height.

            You are too tall, about 173 cm. You are too tall for Asians, and that was the reason no boys will accept to have a deep relationship with you.

            “I’m sorry. You are.. too tall for me.”

            “Uh, I don’t want to be beside someone who only has 2 cm difference height with me.”

            “I’m sorry, _______-ssi. You are really tall.”

            “I like.. short and sweet girl.”

            “Sorry, ______. I don’t want to be mean but with that height.. I don’t think I can love you.”

            What the hell are that answers!! You want to smack them up, lift their body, and throw it from high building, especially the last one— Kim Daesang. Does he think love affect with age, race, religion, appearance, or height— for the main reason?

            Then what happened to the man who has perfect figure— tall body, handsome face, smart brain, nice smile, polite who engaged with the woman who is ugly, fat, and  talkative? What will he said? Isn’t that love also?

            You kept walking with heavy steps to your door, kept murmured inside your heart about thing that has been bothering you. You found your door, without hesitation then opened it roughly and closed it with a loud bang.

            “Whoa, _____! Are you okay?”

            You lifted your face up and found perfect figure in front of you who has watching TV in y