I don’t know if Murakami is a misogynist. I do not like how he obsesses over breasts or portrays women in his books, but aside from that, I really like his way of writing. Maybe it is too big of a thing to put aside.
I saw a whale shark. And right before that I saw you. It made me wonder if you still have it, to which of course I know the answer. No. I remembered you, which I thought was weird. Since that painful goodbye I actually got what they call closure and I was done. It wasn’t my fault then and it wasn’t my fault now. I wish I knew that then. The glass shattered and everything became lighter.
I saw a whale shark. And now we're even.
We were more alike than I would have liked to admit. Not the first time, nor the last. If we met at a different time, at a different place, around different people, we could have been friends. Who knows though, I tried that again and it worked out the same way. So maybe I just dodged a bullet. I don’t dislike you anymore. It may have been a little cruel thing to do, but why would you have cared? You did what you had to do. I get it.
At times I miss my single life. But when I get my single life back, I find myself missing you.
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