Allie: Why didn't you write me? 
            Why? It wasn't over for me,
             I waited for you for seven
             years. But now it's too late.
Noah: I wrote you 365 letters.
             I wrote you everyday for
             a year.
Allie: You wrote me?
Noah: Yes.. It wasn't over; 
            it still isn't over..

Thats is what we do.. We fight.
You tell me when I am being an
arrogant son of the bitch
and I tell you when you are a pain
in that ass. Which you are, 99% of
the time. I am not afraid to hurt
your feelings. You have like a two
second rebound and you go back
doing the next pain in the ass thing.
So it's not going to be easy. It's
going to be really hard. But we're
going to have to work at at this
everyday, but I want to do that.
Because I want you. I want all of
you. Forever, you and me
everyday.

The hurt began to fade, and it
was easier to just let go, at least
I thought it was, but in every boy
I met in the next few years, I
found myself looking for you,
and when the feelings got too
strong, I'd write you another
letter, but I never sent them,
in fear of what I might find.
By then, you'd gone on with your
life, and I didn't want to think
about you loving someone else, 
I wanted to remember us like
we were that summer. I didn't
ever want to forget that.

But he had been in love once,
that he knew, once and only
once and a long time ago. And
it had changed him forever.
Perfect love did that to a person,
and this, had been perfect.

He knew before he'd taken his
next breath that she was the one.
He could spend the rest of his life
looking for, but never find again.

Don't let this get out of hand she
told herself; the longer it goes on,
the harder it's going to be and she
didn't want it to get any harder.

I guess I still look for the kind of love
we had that summer.

Summer romances begin for all
kinds of reasons, but when all is
said and done, they have one
thing in common. They're shooting
stars, a spectacular moment of light
in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of
eternity, and in a flash they're gone.

This isn't about keeping your
promises, it's about following
your heart.

& perhaps, just perhaps, we will find
a way to be together again.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

Yet, was it normal for her insides to
twitch whenever he came near?
Was it normal to confess things she
could never tell anyone else?

Noah turned to the stars, their twinkling
lights, reminding him that she would be
leaving soon, and he left almost empty
inside. This was a night he wanted never
to end. How should he tell her? What
could he say that would make her stay?

& he made up his mind not to lose her.
He would do anything to keep her.

When your letters never came, I didn't
know what to think. I remember talking
to my best friend about what happened
that summer, and she said that you got
what you wanted, and that she wasn't
surprised you were that way. I didn't
believe that you were that way, I never
did, but hearing it and thinking about all
our differences made me wonder if
maybe the summer meant more to me
than it meant to you.

I do not know who I would have become
had you never come back to me that day,
but I have no doubt that I would have
lived and died with regrets that,
thankfully, I'll never know.

I couldn't sleep last night because I know
that it's over between us. I'm not bitter
anymore, cause I know that what we had
was real. And if in some distant place in
the future we see each other in our new
lives, I'll smile at you with joy and
remember how we spent the summer
beneath the trees, learning from each
other and growing in love. The best love
is the kind that awakens the soul and
makes us reach for more, that plants a
fire in our hearts and brings peace to our
minds, and that's what you've given me.
That's what I hope to give to you forever.
I love you. I'll be seeing you.

They didn't agree on much. In fact, they rarely
agreed on anything. They fought all the time
and they challenged each other everyday,
but in spite their differences they had one
important thing in common.. They were crazy
about each other.. <33

I am no one special, just a common man with
common thoughts. I've led a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me,
and my name will soon be forgotten. But in
one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as
anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with
all my heart and soul, and for me, that has
always been enough.

He got the notion into his head that if he
restored the old house where they had come
that night, Allie would find a way to come
back to him. Some called it a labor of love.
Others called it something else. But in fact,
Noah had gone a little mad.

She had come back into his life like a
sudden flame, blazing and streaming
into his heart. Noah stayed up all night
contemplating the certain agony he knew
would be his if he were to lose her twice.