I really wanted to see you,” I said.
“And I really wanted to see you, too,” she said. “When I
couldn’t see you any more, I realized that. It was as clear as if
the planets all of a sudden lined up in a row for me. I really
need you. You’re a part of me; I’m a part of you. You know,
somewhere—I’m not at all sure where—I think I cut
something’s throat. Sharpening my knife, my heart a stone.

Author: Haruki Murakami