Haruki Murakami. Norwegian wood (№ 130337)

... And how he was sad in the evenings, I wrote. Without you, I realized how much I need you. The Institute - a boundless boredom, but I attend classes - for playful self. Without you I whatever do, seem insignificant. I can't wait to meet you and everything slowly to talk. At least for a few hours to come to your resort. Is this possible? If Yes, then I want, as before, to walk beside you. If not difficult, write at least few lines.