So anyway, that's probably the reason why I'm able to write right now.
My birthday wish was for her to appear right in front of me. I don't know where and how just as long as she's there. But it did not come true. She did not even greet me. Maybe she's busy. I don't know. I really don't know. And I don't want to know anymore.
| from Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood |
If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. But you're the one who did not remember. And I don't want to care anymore.
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