Relationships are like wall paper patterns, you think your moving forward but your always caught in your own obsessions.

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son,  that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting ife

Other tokens of maturity included a velvet choker of tiny pearls, the ginger tresses gathered at the nape and secured with an emerald clasp, three loose silver bracelets around a freckled wrist, and the fact that whenever she moved, the air about her tasted of rose water.

As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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