“I don’t think avoiding conflict is not caring. ~Shin”

Nana acts like a stray cat, wild, free, and proud…. …But inside her heart, she houses a wound. Dense as I am, i thought that.

They say that only very good friends quarrel. But at the end of the day a quarrel is a fight between two people’s egos.

To get something in these hands, I have to fight a horrible fight. But… there’s not much time to grab the things you want with your hands. Why is that? And more importantly what is that I want?

I feel the same way about all my friends. To me, the exact relationship between me and someone else doesn’t matter much. But people want to label everything… So I guess I seem indifferent in that way.

People like hurting each other but loving is not a waste.

Even if you fall on the runway, I wouldn’t blame you. It would mean that we made a mistake in choosing you.

Someone who won’t constantly mind about my childish needs but who, the day after the quarrel, for example would offer me a flower accompanied by a sweet note That’s kind of guy I need.

What people consider precious is different for everybody.

I’m sure that even now, you’re still wearing that man’s cologne… so you can sleep, even alone.

That overflowing feeling became love. But I don’t sing for Ren’s sake. I sing for myself everyday.

It took us five hours to reach Tokyo, but I wasn’t bored one bit. I didn’t really get to hear so much about Nana. But I knew I would have loved… To hear what Nana had to say about herself. – Nana Komatsu

I might cry tomorrow, but I may be smiling the day after. That’s enough. That’s the way life is. If I don’t lose hope – tomorrow will come. Tomorrow will come if we don’t lose hope…

You know Nana, I searched and searched, but could never find the key that unlocked the way.

I can’t help but think that it was on purpose, to attract the prince’s affections. No matter what I do, I’ll still have the fate of a girl who just keeps getting hurt, wondering if she can be happy in this pointless, one man show?

I am pissed off at your insensitive inability to understand why I’m pissed off in the first place.

So you have to accept facts as fact.