Her mind is a library of memories, with books lining the shelves, books that are probably full of so much happiness and pain and wisdom and loss. There is one book held close with a clamp and it trembles every time grandpa is mentioned.

I just wanted to quote the above because I thought it was a particularly well-written, evocative paragraph. Generally speaking, I think we’re all watching anime for different reasons. For some it’s an aesthetic thing, to others it’s just obscure entertainment. I’m the same as you in that I’m in-love with series like Kaiba and Honey & Clover because of their subtle ways of “conveying human truths”. Watching these series and feeling for these characters, it’s like I can echo or try to grasp “my little feelings that would otherwise have no outlet for expression in society”. That’s exactly how it goes for me, as if watching and reflecting on anime is some abstract form of expression that I’m decidedly incapable of conjuring in the first-person. It’s a really personal thing, I guess.