“No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood. (via huyendodelpasado)

(Source: fly-flightlessbird, via l-amour-fou)

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