THE NOTEBOOK
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You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.
You and I were different. We came from different worlds, and yet you were the one who taught me the value of love
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 want to ever forget that.
Sometimes when you’re dreaming, I’ll move closer to you in the hope that somehow this will allow me to enter your dreams
What I’m trying to say is that you are there, in everything I am … in everything I’ve ever done … and looking back, I know that I should have told you how much you’ve always meant to me.
Men are like that sometimes – if they meet someone and fall in love, it’s real, no matter how fast it happened. But if someone falls for a woman they happen to care about, all they do is question the man’s intentions
It was funny that you could know someone for years but still discover something you never noticed before
In the instant their lips first met, there was a flicker of something almost electrical that made him believe the feeling would last forever
There was something inside her that longed to be desired, to be cared for and protected, to be listened to and accepted without judgment. To be loved
You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.
You and I were different. We came from different worlds, and yet you were the one who taught me the value of love
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 want to ever forget that.
Sometimes when you’re dreaming, I’ll move closer to you in the hope that somehow this will allow me to enter your dreams
What I’m trying to say is that you are there, in everything I am … in everything I’ve ever done … and looking back, I know that I should have told you how much you’ve always meant to me.
Men are like that sometimes – if they meet someone and fall in love, it’s real, no matter how fast it happened. But if someone falls for a woman they happen to care about, all they do is question the man’s intentions
It was funny that you could know someone for years but still discover something you never noticed before
In the instant their lips first met, there was a flicker of something almost electrical that made him believe the feeling would last forever
There was something inside her that longed to be desired, to be cared for and protected, to be listened to and accepted without judgment. To be loved