Do you ever start reading a book and get so absorbed into it that you don’t realize when it ends? The last two days were me snuggled in my bed with ‘Eleanor and Park’ in my palms, the cold air blowing through the window and me forgetting to have my meals because I literally didn’t want to keep the book down.
The soft romance in the book made my heart swoon, and I realized that it was the little things that mattered the most. Park making Eleanor mixtapes of songs he resonated with her and giving her comics that he liked. In a way, he was giving her the happiness he felt and if that isn’t the most beautiful thing I don’t know what is. The way he would hold her hand and trace her palm in a calming way and look at her like she could break him into a million pieces and still make him whole. It was out of the world beautiful and I condensed because Park is the most amazing boyfriend.
That’s when I realized that it’s the small gestures that really touch me and make my stomach have a lot many butterflies. I also realized how beautiful it must be to find someone you really love and have them love you back. I don’t know how it feels because I haven’t been in love yet but reading that book, I think it feels like the warm sun and breeze against your face. I think it feels like rolling in a field of flowers. Like somebody taking the first sip in a Diet Pepsi commercial. Over the top bliss.
If I ever fall in love ( which I hope I do because it sounds amazing ), I don’t think I’d expect anything elaborate. Call me old school but I’d want a guy standing outside my house with a boombox over his head blasting Elvis Presley songs. I’d want mixtapes and flowers that he plucked out from a field and long phone calls and cozy indoor dates where we would snuggle in a blanket and watch cute rom-coms and eat pizza. Long walks in the cold night wearing huge sweaters and holding hands and trying to count the stars. That’s literally all I want, the little things.
Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell is an amazing book and makes me want to fall in love and be in love. I totally recommend reading it and swooning over it and then reading it over again and then falling in love with it for the millionth time.
she never looked nice. she looked like art. and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.