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169 pages, Hardcover
Published November 19, 2015
"The moment the rose-colored lenses of love come off is when all hell breaks loose."
"That beautiful era had passed, and nothing that belonged to it existed anymore.
The man and the woman thought of how they wanted to be happy and realized that for that to happen, it was time to let each other go."
"Being alone, I don't see it as something that simply disappears once you take care of it —— I am going through a healthy loneliness."
"It's alright to be sad for a while. Please come to me whenever. Because I'll be here."
"Love is a clown changing its mask many times who had ample time to play with those two."
"Endlessly romantic while still infinitely selfish."
"Loneliness is not a feeling of sorrow for me. Rather, I would say I enjoy loneliness."
“Being alone, I don’t see it as something that simply disappears once you take care of it. It’s just like a shadow that follows you through life, see. Still, some days I feel the need for a pat on the shoulder, and since the things I told you before comfort me greatly, I am going through healthy loneliness.”
“Don’t force yourself to cry.”
“They left each other for their best, so now he could not just call her to ease his loneliness.”
“The scene of a strange woman holding a little white umbrella under the rain, playing with his dog, laughing.”
“Struggling in a chronic depression, the man eventually turned to escapism from reality.”
"The man had fallen for her at first sight, the first one to fall in love. Ever the impulsive decision-maker, the man was caught up in his emotions. Is there a mistake as deadly as putting one’s own feelings before the others? The woman rejected the young man’s confession, and he was stupidly wounded. However, the man’s heart was already in too deep to let the woman go like that."
"Could I really be deluded as she said? Am I getting too ahead of myself? Or could it be that I’m looking for any person to love because I’m bored?"
"For the moment, his heart, out of answers, wondered whether this was love, and decided that the desire, longing, curiosity for her that spread through his body were clearly love."
After I, feverish in love, infect you with my illness,
I pass it on and you will be warmer,
So that again you will pass it on, and I’ll be even hotter,
Come into my clothes and be infected with love’s fever.
Greedy as it may be,
Eat together even if he jokes that she looks like a pig,
And hold his hand just because she can, even without wanting to,
And look into each other’s eyes even if it’s lifeless,
And listen to his charming words even if they sound like nagging,
Kiss him, even if it just feels like a habit...
"Even the ring that was too troublesome to wear while we were together is now stuck on my finger."
"It’s alright to only cheer up by tomorrow."
"...the man was overcome with relief that he did not see coming, and their relationship remained unchanged."
"The man and the woman thought of how they wanted to be happy, and realized that for that to happen, it was time to let each other go."
"Even though this is just a loose piece of writing, I hope that this book in its ambiguous genre as novel, lyrics, or essay, can become your own story with him and her and me."
"A love nurtured from the breast of loneliness knows no fulfilment."