“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel as if I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
–Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
He can describe exactly what I’m feeling-or a more poetic version of it-even when I think it would be completely indescribable.