Now I remember every time I was with Shouji I felt better. You hugged me secretly with your heart, didn’t you? Now I want you to embrace me with all that warmth, with all your strength.
If my tears spilled spontaneously at that moment it’s because I immediately understood that what was happening, like in a dream, was the treat you had prepared for me I felt your friendship much stronger than if you had thanked me a million times that what pleased and touched me.
I wanted to have a good relationship. One that’s romantic and dramatic, like in the movies. But I finally became a woman at 17 and learned that men aren’t really that simple.
It takes a lot of strength to hold onto and care for the things we love, so why is it that god seems to have made humans unable to conjure up that degree of power and love?
