murakami_norwegian wood

"i telephoned midori. 'i have to talk to you,' i said. 'i have a million things to talk to you about. a million things we have to talk about. all i want in this world is you. i want to see you and talk. i want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.'

midori responded with a long silence — the silence of all the misty rain in the world falling on all the new-mown lawns of the world. forehead pressed against the glass, i shut my eyes and waited. at last, midori's quiet voice broke the silence: 'where are you now?' "

what is more important than telling another human being exactly how you feel about them? well, perhaps many things. but right now, for me, this is the most important thing. ok.