Book: Norwegian wood. Page 3

"Quiet peaceful lonely Sunday," he tried to say I out loud. On Sundays I don't make a spring.

She hung herself in the depths of the dark, as that is the heart of the forest.

I want to try the tooth this vast and cruel world.

Just once would love to fill. So as much as I like to say: "Enough already, I'm so full, thank you." Just once, for just one day.

... it is pointless fiddling with other people's emotions for the sole reason that she wanted to test their capabilities.

No truth can cure the sadness from the loss of a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no tenderness can't cure this sadness. We have no other way but plenty to thrusting that sadness and something to learn, but none of these gained knowledge will be of no assistance following a collision with a sadness that can not wait.

Perhaps we needed each other even more than they thought they did. Because of this, we took a big detour, and in a sense, all distorted. Maybe I wasn't supposed to do that. But no choice remained. And the warmth and closeness that I did to you has experienced, I still have not had to experience once. I want you to answer. Whatever your answer is.

But anyway, I believe that wronged you. Was confusing and caused a lot of pain. However, thereby I was confused and hurt itself. I'm not going to make excuses or to defend yourself, but it is.

We haven't seen you in the classroom, she wouldn't answer my calls. Each time, returning to the hostel, I checked if there are any messages. But no one called.

I'm not a strong person. And me not all the same, understand me or not. There are those I want to understand and to be understood.

I'm just sad. Very sad. And I'm embarrassed to. I only demand from you and give nothing in return. I say that in a head will climb, raise, carry. But you're the only one I can afford.

It seemed that after the first row around the world has lost its normal color.

... 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.

- I really will never forget? quietly, almost in a whisper she asked.
"Never," I replied. - I don't need you to forget.