I want to read your books
and run my fingers over
the lines you have underlined
to see if our words
are soulmates, too.

I have a lot to say, you just have to ask the right questions.

I hope one day, you choke on all the shit you talk.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.

いつか離れる日が来ても 出会えた全てを悔やむ事だけは　決してしたくないから。

Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.