Eleanor hadn’t written him a letter, it was a postcard. Just three words long.
The ending of Eleanor & Park struck me. At first, the ending of the book seemed so simplistic because many, especially those who crave happy endings, will expect it to be “I love you.” because out of the several times that Park has said it to Eleanor, she never said it back. But a nanosecond after I thought that, it suddenly made sense that the three words could be “I’m so sorry.”
Sorry for not sending you the letters I’ve crushed and chucked under my bed, the ones I’ve hidden too. Sorry for not going back to school to give you a proper explanation. Sorry for leaving you alone and allowing you to overthink. Sorry for not being there to hug you when these thoughts became overwhelming. Sorry for not giving you any calls. Sorry for allowing my own heart to ache like this, despite knowing that you were hurting too.
There can never be too much space in a person’s head, just how much space one decides to fill. But space is such an abstract word.