She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.

If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

(Or maybe she was just more afraid of being like everyone else.)

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

I don't even know what it means to be Korean..." he said.

"Well, I don't know what it means to be Danish and Scottish," she said. "Does it matter?"

"I think so. Because it's the number one thing people use to identify me. It's my main thing.

This kiss had to last Park forever.
It had to get him home.
He needed to remember it when he woke up scared in the middle of the night.

Are you sure you want them to meet me?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.