I don't like you, Park.
I think I live for you.
I don't think I even breathe when we're not together.
Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you.
All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic.
Because every second feels so important.
And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself.
I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me?
How could you want me like I want you?
Well, actually, I haven't ever feel that way. Is it real falling in love will make you feel so?
Tell me.
And anyway, pieces above from Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell.
Cheers,
D.
And anyway, pieces above from Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell.
Cheers,
D.
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