You’ll never understand why I hurt so much because you’re not the one who is crying, you’re not the one who is left behind, you’re not the one who loved too much, and you’re not the one who is holding on to someone who is gone.
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 wryer)