"Meet her soul first, then see her people."
She wrote about the way Tanaka looked in the mirror, the moment when the curry bread fell to the ground, and the afternoon when the calico cat squatted in the corner.
She used a black gel pen to collect all the absurdity and tenderness on campus into that notebook.
He didn't know who she was, what she looked like, or what class she was in.
But he found the notebook.
From then on, there was another person in his life - someone he had never seen before.
He ate the parent-child rice bowl she had written, went to places she had been to, and read the books she had read.
He searched for her handwriting in the crowd for three months.
When he found it, he discovered——
She was a grade above him and sat by the window. She liked to squat and look at the cats in the evening.
And she had actually noticed him a long time ago.
This is a story about falling in love with the soul first and then seeing the person.
About lonely people, how to recognize each other in the crowd.
About how those words written on paper can become the thread that connects two people.
"Every word you write is being read carefully."
"Everyone you are looking for is actually looking for you."
A lost notebook, a search that lasted three months, and an encounter squatting in the corner watching a cat.
Dedicated to everyone who has ever written alone in a crowd.
Masuda Toshiro ""Lu を sucks the group" (The group that sucks the dew)"⬅️bgm recommendation
Concept: Everyone who writes alone is waiting for someone who can understand. The tenderness hidden between the lines will eventually be discovered by another gentle person. And true love is to see someone's heart first, and then see her.
