Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to die of ecstasy or embarrassment.

He'd stopped trying to bring her back.

He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.

You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them embossed on you, when you pull away.

That's what people say- 'it's not good-bye' - when they're too afraid to face what they're really feeling, I'm not going to see you tomorrow, Park- I don't know when I'll see you again. That deserves more that 'it's not goodbye.'
I'm not afraid to face what I'm feeling.
Not you.
Me.

It's going to be okay.
Right.
Because I love you.
Is that why?
It is, actually.