..I love your name. I don't want to cheat myself out of a single syllable.

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. Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.

It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.

In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)

I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.