It may have been a shoujo-ish anime, but when Takemoto said those words to himself and wondered, and then answer to himself “yes” assuredly, i can’t help but to feel oddly familiar with those trains of thought. As i watched on in an empty hotel room, the cold became desertion and the awful depression started sinking in. The hotel started to become more desolate despite the best efforts of the pillows to smell like heaven.
Even if you know that your love will never be returned, the journey that one takes with the person he/she loves is the most meaningful part of it all.
