βSometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Β Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
β Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
βI love you because all the loves in the world are like different rivers flowing into the same lake where they meet and are transformed into a single love that becomes rain and blesses the earth.β