It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
“Even if my heart skips a beat, it takes your name twice after it.”
—shree
Losing someone close to you is such a crippling feeling.
I hated you for a long time. From the time I was little, I used to think that I didn't belong in such a miserable little place, that I was someone who deserved to be in more comfortable circumstances. I felt it was unfair for you to treat me as you did. My classmates all seemed to be living happy, satisfying lives. Kids whose gifts and talents were far inferior to mine were having much kore fun than I was every day. I used to seriously wish that you were not my father. I imagined that this had to he some mistake; you couldn't possibly be my real father; there couldn't be any blood relationship.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2
“Kiss me, my beloved, peel my heart down to the core,
Your lips are as sweet as cherry wine, pour me some more.”
“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”
Slowly, tenderly, and in ever-growing circles, he moved his palms up from her feet toward her ankles and from there toward her belly. All the while his lips muttered words that sounded like a secret ancient code to Ella. Suddenly she understood. He was praying. While his hands caressed every inch of her body, his eyes remained firmly closed and his lips prayed for her. It was the most spiritual thing she had ever experienced. And although she kept her clothes on, and so did he, and although there was nothing carnal about it, it was the sexiest feeling she had ever experienced.
Sometimes it goes very quiet in my heart, so quiet that all I hear is your name.
— Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder
I pretend to be scared to cross the road just to hold your hand
Oh, things I do to be near you.
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2