Numbers aren’t the important thing. The countdown has no meaning. Now he knew: What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. And it always has to be the first time and the last.
Haruki Murakami - The Kidney-Shaped Stone That Moves Every Day (via murakamistuff)
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