恋 ふ ら む : 恋 す る こ と だ | し の び : 懐 か し む | 男 女 の 翌 朝 の 別 れ | 後 朝 ∧ き ぬ ぎ ぬ ∨ : 愛 し 合 っ た | 眠 れ な い 夜 | 君 の 体 臭 を 懐 か し む | 夜 は 身 を 焦 が し | 昼 は 悶 々 と 伏 し て 思 い | あ れ は 何 だ っ た の か | そ の あ と の 甘 美 な 別 れ | あ ん な に 激 し く 愛 し 合 っ た | わ た し た ち は |
When I was a little boy, I naturally beieved that soul was stronger than body.
However, that belief scrumbled when I faced physical violence from my much
older brother who was a returned ex-Kamikaze pilot. Still I believed in platonic
love for a long time-perhaps longer than most of the people of my generation.
It's been only recently that I found out that physical affinity is very important
in the relationship between men and women.
Now I feel that when I can no longer make love, that'd be time for me to "quit"
forever.