I think the reason I love characters so deeply and so long after I've finished them is because it's not really the story I love.. it's the emotion. Mainly their state of being. All the details that don't matter.
Yes, being. My characters exist.
Kundera put it well... characters don't just describe parts of the author (they do, but there's more), they also represent chances lost, experiences, longings, nostalgia, and things we wish we are. But they never actually lived. Well.. I'm not wording this right, but it's spreading from that.
His were made from tiny fragments. I wanna try that.
I guess I'm trying to explain why I take this experien