Haruki Murakami. Dens, dens, dens (№ 10190)

There are people who are my inner normality attracts. Such people are very few, but they exist. Every such man and I - just two planets that are floating in the dark space towards each other, drawn by some super-natural force, come together and also naturally fly, each in its orbit. These people come to me, come to me in a relationship - only to one day disappear from my life forever. They become my best friends, lovers, and even wives. Some even manage to become my antipodes... But it would not have formed, the day comes and they leave me. Someone disillusioned, someone desperate, who - without saying a word (just tap without water - even roll, you can't get a drop), they all disappear.