“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time”.
He cried in a small bar near Shinjuku. He said that hot sake always made him melancholic. I have never seen such a sad and overwrought face. He said that we should move on and life was probably too short to spend it expecting something which would never happen.
Two years after that sad evening, I ran into him in Shinjuku. He said: “We should catch up over a hot sake” and added: “Let’s go to the bar where I once cried”.