Having loved, everything becomes possible

: Love has no measure. Not everyone can express intense feeling.
How much I love you—let that remain unspoken on your lips.
Your eyes say it all.
Do you know what I feel when I look into your eyes?
You don't even know yourself how much you've loved me.
You're not someone who stays bound by rigid rules with anyone.
So keeping me this close, you can't recognize yourself today, can you?
Well, if that weren't so, how else could you accept me, so empty as I am?

: I can't match you with anyone else.
Who are you, really?
What do you want?

: Ha ha ha...!
You speak like such an innocent.
You know that love is not passion.
Yes, I become innocent too.
Why can't I forget you?
Unconsciously I've been caught in your spell.

: We have no such moments whose echoes could make you remember me.
Everything we had was contrary to you. Yet through some invisible thread you've woven me into your everything.
Don't you want to let me go anymore?
Well, if I could stay very close to you, would you spend the rest of your life with me?

: You're not like the others.
Touching you makes me feel I'm falling in love with myself again.
Didn't you want to know what you're like to me?
You're a peaceful room that no one but me has ever entered.
From the moment I knew that, I've kept you deep in my heart.

: I was able to touch the person inside you, in some unknown moment.
Do you know that the person inside you has fallen deeply in love with me!
So I've decided I'll never leave you; even if the apocalypse comes, still no.
Not seeing your outer form, I've loved what's inside you. That's why our story is so different.
You can choose not to be part of this story if you want.
I keep your most precious feeling with me. To find it, someday you'll surely come looking for me.
I'm not afraid of losing you. Only when you come very close, I'm terrified by the intensity of your breath; I'm so incapable of expressing that much love.
Is it because I can't have you that you're so precious?

: But I'm here with you.
No one else in this life has ever had so much of me.
Don't say it like that... it awakens a fierce possessiveness to protect you, to touch you even more.
Listen, crazy girl, who said you're empty?
Have I ever before carried in my heart the love of someone with such pure feeling as yours?
My feelings gain such purity only in your presence. You could say they're all yours.
My grievances have sought shelter very close to your heart, in this time of sorrow.

: Well, is love merely a realization surrounded by uncertainty?
What has your inner self understood?
You know, I'm one hundred percent certain that I love you deeply.
The story of how I acquired that invisible power to love you has never been told to you.

Didn't you ask how I can so effortlessly write so much about you? Whether I had a writing habit from before?
Ha ha... I want to tell you that unknown story today. Will you listen?

: Of course... tell me...?

: You know, after leaving you that day, I was in terrible pain.
Thinking I could no longer touch you, my heart was tearing apart.

That you're my most beloved writer—I never told you that either.
The distance between us naturally began to grow.
I had assumed our communication would end.
Right then someone seemed to whisper in my ear... start writing, thinking of her.

I don't know what I'm writing. I only know that except this way, I can't touch you in any other way. So I keep writing.

Even if no one in the world understands what I write, I know you'll understand perfectly.
All my written words contain only the story of our incompleteness—your memory, my unspoken feelings, my failures; and there's this: the story of making space for this garbage-covered me in your heart.

Our wordless story... can you hear it?
Just coming close to you makes me write so much.
This unknown reason for my well-being revolves only around you.
I learned to write because of you.
I could never keep you happy, but I want to share my feelings only with you.

If you disappear, I don't know if I'll ever be able to write like this again.
Keep yourself well in your own way...