“of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. we would have been far more happy if we had. but that was like the tides, the change of seasons - something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. no matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. we were bound to reach a dead end. that was painfully clear.” 

Murakami, H., in Sputnik Sweetheart