The City and Its Uncertain Walls

by Haruki Murakami

But the thought that we’d say good-bye there and never see each other again felt like a huge mistake, totally unfair. So I gathered my courage and plunged ahead.

Every time I see rain falling on the sea a certain emotion washes over me. Probably because the sea eternally—or at least for a period of time that’s nearly eternal—never changes.

This might be one of the issues with eternity—not knowing where you should go next. But how much value was there in a love that didn’t seek the eternal?