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He tried to remember how this happened—how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.
“Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.”
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
“ You don’t have to say goodbye to me ever. “ “Just tonight. “
He tried to remember how this happened—how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.
"Park's eyes got wide. Well, sort of wide. Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes affected how he saw things. That was probably the most racist question of all time." :))) not racist at all :))
“He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.”
“I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.”
“I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.”
“Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.”
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
"She was pretty sure she'd thank him for saving her life. Not just yesterday, but, like, practically every day since they'd met. Which made her feel like the dumbest, weakest, girl. If you couldn't save your own life, was it even worth…
"'There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other,' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't.'"
"He looked like himself, Eleanor thought, but bolder. Like Park with the volume turned way up."
"Did she miss him? She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away."
"But Park's face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn't want history to forget it."
"She would never belong in Park's living room. She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was lying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else."
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
You saved my life, she tried to tell him. Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's me right now is yours. Always.
"Is this where you tell me that I'm a scoundrel, and I say that I think you like me *because* I'm a scoundrel? Because we've already covered this -- I'm the Han Solo." - Eleanor
“Damn, damn, damn," she said. "I never said why I like you, and now I have to go." "That's okay," he said. "It's because you're kind," she said. "And because you get all my jokes..." "Okay." He laughed. "And you're smarter than I…
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"Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive." -Park
There's only one of him, she thought, and he's right here. He knows I'll like a song before I've heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him…
"I'm sorry about yesterday," she said. He hung on to his straps and shrugged. "Yesterday happens."