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"I hope I'm not getting in your way," she said.

"I don't have any way for you to get in," I said.

"I really like you, Midori. A lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"Like a spring bear," I said.

A spring bear?" Midori looked up again. "What's that all about? A spring bear."

"You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, "Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?" So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?"

"Yeah. Really nice."

"That's how much I like you."

Some people get a kick out of reading railway timetables and that's all they do all day. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So what's wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?

I'm just kind of tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

Jenter menstruerer. Gutter onanerer. Det er livets lov. Alle gjør det. Garantert og uten unntak.

People leave strange, little memories of themselves behind when they die.

"Waiting for the perfect love?" "No, even I know better than that. I'm looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortbread. And you stop everything you're doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortbread out to me. And I say I don't want it any more and throw it out of the window. That's what I'm looking for." "I'm not sure that has anything to do with love," I said with some amazement. "It does," she said. "You just don't know it. There are times in a girl's life when things like that are incredibly important."

As the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in 5 seconds all too soon needed 10, then 30, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

”Jeg elsker deg Midori” ”Hvor høyt?” ”Så høyt som en bjørn om våren.” ”Bjørn om våren?” Midori så opp igjen. ”Kan du forklare det nærmere? ’Bjørn om våren’?” ”Der går du og rusler rundt, helt alene i en kløvereng om våren. Og hvem kommer tassende fra den andre kanten, om ikke en liten bjørnunge med store, runde, brune øyne og pels så myk som fløyel? Han ser på deg og sier som så: ’God dag, god dag frøken. Vil du leke tumleleken med meg?’ Og så tar du et fast tak i pelsen hans, og sammen triller og ruller dere ned den kløverkledde skråningen. Og slik holder dere på og boltrer dere til det blir kveld. Var det fint nok?” ”Veldig fint” ”Så høyt elsker jeg deg”

Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.