4376 km.

the distance of an unrequited love > the distance between two worlds

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.

South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami (via koi29z)
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