The following is an excerpt from Haruki Murakami’s “Norwegian Wood”
“Do you think you weren’t loved enough?”
She titled her head and looked at me. Then she gave a sharp, little nod. “Somewhere between ‘not enough’ and ‘not at all.’ I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it–to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once. But they never gave that to me. Never, not once. (…) So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
“Wow,” I said. “And did your search pay off?”
“That’s the hard part,” said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. “I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.”