"Except for a few letters, it's been a long time since I've written something purely for myself, and I'm not very confident I can express myself the way I'd like to. [...] What happened after I met Miu is that I stopped thinking. (Of course, I am using my own definition of thinking here.) Miu and I were always together, two interlocking spoons, and with here I was swept away somewhere - someplace I couldn't fathom - and I just thought, Okay, go with the flow.
In other words, I had to get rid of a lot of baggage to get closer to her. Even the act of thinking became a burden. I think that explains it..."
From Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami. This was written by Sumire who was in love with Miu, who she worked for, and was on a trip overseas with her. Sumire is an aspiring novelist, but seems to have lost a part of herself when she is with the first person she has ever loved in that way, Miu.
If I stop writing, I have stopped thinking.
I gave up a part of myself to be with someone else. That makes sense, I think. But it can't all be gone, can it?
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