Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.

I choose you over everyone.

There's never been a moment,' he barely said, 'when I didn't recognize you.' She wiped her eyes. Her mascara smeared. He nudged the merry-to-round into motion. He could kiss her now. If he wanted. 'I'd know you in the dark,' he said. 'From a thousand miles away. There's nothing you could become that I haven't already fallen in love with.' He could kiss her. 'I know you,' he said.

How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. "Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop.

(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.