“They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
Each felt a rumbling in their chest.
And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier.
Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd.
Forever.”

Haruki Murakami wrote this in
ON SEEING THE 100% PERFECT GIRL ONE BEAUTIFUL APRIL MORNING”

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