I nod. "Exactly."
"You don't know if she shares the same strong, pure feelings you have for her," Oshima says.
I shake my head. "It hurts to think about it."
Oshima's silent for a time as he gazes at the forest, eyes narrowed. Birds are flitting from one branch to the next. His hands are clasped behind his head. "I know how you feel," he finally says. "But this is something you have to work out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself."
-- Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami.