“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it. To be fed so much love, I couldn’t take anymore. Just once. But they never gave that to me. Never. Not once.”
“So I made up my mind I would find someone who would love me unconditionally, 365 days a year.”
“Wow. Did your search pay-off?”
“That’s the hard part. I guess I’d been waiting so long and been looking for perfection. That makes it tough.”
“Waiting for the perfect love?”
“No… I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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