Marielle C.

“I am always, always watching you. And I'll be waiting here for your feelings to catch up on my own.”
― Shungiku Nakamura, 世界一初恋 ~小野寺律の場合4~ [Sekaiichi Hatsukoi: Onodera Ritsu no Baai 4]

“I didn't tell Ôtani I love him because I want to make out with him.

I just love him, that's all.

And I want to be with him all the time, even if we're just goofing around and hanging out like we always are.”
― Aya Nakahara, Love★Com, Vol. 6

“I mean, what's better than having the person you love love you?
That's pretty exciting. It's pretty amazing, actually.

It's like a miracle or something…”
― Aya Nakahara, Love★Com, Vol. 5

“I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty five days a year, I was still in elementary school at the time - fifth or sixth grade - but I made up my mind once and for all.”

“Wow,” I said. “Did the search pay off?”

“That’s the hard part,” said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. “I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.”

“Waiting for the perfect love?”

“No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.”

“I’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” I said with some amazement.

“It does,” she said. “You just don’t know it. There are time in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.”

“Things like throwing strawberry shortcake out the window?”

“Exactly. And when I do it, I want the man to apologize to me. “Now I see, Midori. What a fool I have been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortcake. I have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, I’ll go out and buy you something else. What would you like? Chocolate Mousse? Cheesecake?”

“So then what?”

“So then I’d give him all the love he deserves for what he’s done.”

“Sounds crazy to me.”

“Well, to me, that’s what love is…”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood