The spring bear
So glad that I arrive at Germany when it is spring. Unlike the humid and stuffy spring in Hong Kong, the weather is so good. Flowers bloom beautifully. And I can see daisies and dandelions everywhere. Spring looks beautiful here.
"I really like you, Midori. A lot."
"How much is a lot?"
"Like a spring bear," I said.
"Like a spring bear?" Midori looked up again. "What's that all about? A spring bear."
"You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, 'Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?"
"Yeah. Really nice."
"That's how much I like you."
"That is the best thing I've ever heard," said Midori, cuddling up against my chest. "If you like me that much, you'll do anything I tell you to do, right? You won't get angry, right?"
"No, of course not."
"And you'll take care of me always and always."
"Of course I will," I said, stroking her short, boyish hair."Don't worry, everything is going to be fine."
Every time when reading this part from Norwegian Woods, I feel much better. Everything is going to be fine.