You’re Hoshino, or Miu, or Colorless Tsukuru’s older suitor. The world (like Murakami’s novels) seem cluttered with love-lorn twentysomethings wondering if they’ll die alone. You’ll lived and seen enough to remind them that things will work out, that life is long. You’re patient with more inexperienced and neurotic people, who are drawn to your wisdom and unflappability.