That’s how lonely and sad I was. Dying is not that hard. Lime the air being sucked slowly out of a room, the will to live was slowly seeping out of me. When you feel like rhat, dying doesn’t seem like such a big deal.
But didn’t you say you were satisfied with your life?
Making maps was the one small dream of his one small life. Who had the right to make fun of him for that?
Her words didn’t have the acrid smell of death.
I’ve been all around. I’ve made a complete revolution. And I’ve come back to the fact that I need you.
The person she fell in love with happened to be 17 years older than Sumire. And was married. And, I should add, was a woman. This is where it all began, and where it all ended. Almost.
This was the second stage in my life, a step in my personal evolution–abandoning the idea of being different, and settling for normal… Gradually I drew nearer to the world, and the world drew nearer to me.
I begin to get sad around noon time,
My husband and I see each other only on weekends, and generally get along well. We’re like good friends, life partners able to spend some pleasant time together. We talk about all sorts of things, and we trust each other implicitly. Where and how he has a sex life I don’t know,and I don’t really care. We never make love, though — never even touch each other. I feel bad about it, but I don’t want to touch him. I just don’t want to.
At the same time, though, I love writing. Ascribing meaning to life is a piece of cake compared to actually living it.