No se había dado cuenta de Omaha fuera un sitio tan bonito. (Mentalmente, le atribuía el mérito a Park. El mundo se reconstruía a su alrededor para convertirse en un lugar mejor.)

He'd stopped trying to bring her back.

It's going to be okay," Park said.

She nodded. "Right."

"Because I love you."

She laughed. "Is that why?"

"It is, actually.

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.