I leaned back against him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I could feel the river water dripping off of him. "Thank you" I whispered. When I looked up, I saw he was crying.
Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.
This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.
I'm sorry that you're still hurting.
Everyday, every hour, I have held you close in my heart.
i love you Ivy. I'll never stop loving you." "I prayed for one more chance to reach you," he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you,Ivy, and you were meant for someone else.