It took us five hours to reach Tokyo, but I was really happy. I kept talking about myself, and didn't hear anything about Nana. But now that I know you better; I know you wouldn't say anything.

You were a stray cat, strutting so free and full of pride. But I could see your open wound. And without really thinking I just chalked it up to another cool thing about you. I never realized how much you hurt.

Maybe I’m just farsighted. The further away something is, the better I can see it but once it gets close, I lose sight of it.

Forgetting about our mistakes and our wounds isn't enough to make them disappear.

If I ever fall in love again, I would like it if it were a slightly cold guy. 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.

To love someone, why do you need society's approval and permission?

His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her... He's probably forgotten that I'm here, beside him