Character: Toora Watanabe. Page 4

We don't measure length with a ruler, and angle with a protractor, we don't exist like dry Bank Deposit.

- How much do you love me?
As if melted and became oil all tigers of the jungle in the world.

- Do you like loneliness? she asked, propping hands on his cheeks. - Travelling alone, eating alone, sitting in the classroom in the way.
- I don't like being alone. Just looking for some extra not Dating, ' I said. - To the people once again not to be disappointed.

Death is at the opposite pole of life, and hidden inside of life itself.

In an untrustworthy vessel, such as a piece of paper, you can attach only unreliable unreliable memories or thoughts.

- Tell me something - said Midori, hiding her face on my chest.
- What?
- What you want. Was pleasant to me.
- You're awful nice.
- Midori, she said. - Say my name.
- You're awful nice, Midori - recovered me.
- How terrible?
- So cute the mountains crumble and the sea shallow.

- Of all the people I've met, you're the most special.
And you of all people I ever met, a real person, he said.
(- You're the strangest person I've met so far.
- And you're the most serious person I have met, ' he said, and he paid the bill.)

My consciousness was uncalled sluggish and swollen, just the roots of shade-loving plants. So will not go, stiff I thought. Suddenly I remembered the words of Nagasawa: "do Not sympathize with yourself. Themselves sympathize with only primitive people."

Well, ideals, anything goes, no?
No, of course - he went on to say - in real life they are not needed. All you need is a sweep, that's all.

And this is what I decided then and there: "She, on their own find someone who will be a year-round love me for all hundred percent". How old I was? About eleven or twelve.
- Hey, I said admiringly. And how are the results?
- Not so all simply, replied and Midori stared at the smoke. - Apparently waited so long that eventually lifted the bar too. The difficulty is that now I dream about the ideal.
About ideal love?
- What? Even I had thought. I need just selfishness. Perfect selfishness. For example, now I'll tell you what I want to eat a cake with strawberries. You have to leave everything and rush to buy it. Out of breath, bring me cake and I say I got sick, and throw it out the window. That's what I need right now.
Yeah it seems to love has no relation, - confusedly I said.
- Has. Only you don't know this, - replied Midori. - There's a time for girls is very important.
- Throw cake out the window?
Yes. Want my boyfriend said: "Understood. Midori, I understand. Himself had to guess that you rashochetsya cake with strawberries. I'm a bloody idiot and pathetic fool. So I'll go and find you something else. What do you want? Chocolate mousse? Or cheesecake?"
And what will happen?
- I will love such a person.
- Doesn't make any sense.
But for me, it is love. Nobody, however, could not understand it.

The death of a person leaves behind small amazing memories.

Sometimes it makes me unbearably sad, but overall life goes on as usual.