Norwegian Woods Chapter 1 Remember Me Forever "Page 2/2" (6)

But in any case, what I have to write now is all my memories. Clinging to this already vague and increasingly blurred incomplete memory, I sucked the marrow and wrote this novel as best I could. In order to keep my promise to Naoko, I have no other way but to do so.

Earlier, when I was still young and my memories were still vivid, I tried to write Naoko a few times. But at that time, I couldn't write a single line. Of course, I understand that as long as I can write a single line of text, I can write her smoothly, but no matter how hard I try, the first line will not be written. Everything was so stark that I didn't know where to start. It's like saying that a map that's too detailed can sometimes be useless. But now I finally get it. It turns out—I suppose—that only these incomplete memories, incomplete thoughts, can fit into the incomplete container of the novel. Moreover, the more vaguely the memory of Naoko in my mind, the more I could understand her. I have now figured out what she told me not to forget her. Of course Naoko knew. She knew that one day, the memories in my head would fade. Therefore, she had to repeat it again and again.

"I want you to always remember me, always remember me as a person."

I feel very sad to think about it. Because Naoko never loved me.