I sometimes I miss the fact that you and I never fought—everything was always calm. Then, mid-thought, I realized that’s why we didn’t work out. You were too nice to argue with me and I let you stay bottled up. I’d rather have the petty arguments.
“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”—Haruki Murakami (via accidentalism)