“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?” “Always,” I said. “I’ll always remember.”
“Do you really promise never to forget me?” she asked in a near whisper. “I’ll never forget you,” I said. “I could never forget you.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (Vintage, 2003)
Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.
have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough