See a cute guy

• Me: He's cute!
• Friend: He's taken.
• Me: darn it.

hi

• Me: I'm fat.
• Him: How are you fat?
• Me: I hate how my thighs touch each other.
• Him: That's why you let me in-between them.

No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via kswizzleee)