Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves
I became really fond of Haruki Murakami’s work. I finished Norwegian Wood a couple of weeks ago and I am now halfway through Kafka on the Shore, where I came across this lovely quote. Enjoy.
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. it’s just a natural feeling.