I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

Promise me that if I ever get Alzheimer’s or dementia, and I don’t remember anyone that you’ll visit me every day and read to me like Noah read to Allie.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

The moment you see someone attractive, you can't help but make note of it. It's human nature.

But as I stood there dressed in a cute black pants suit and white button-up shirt and heels, I felt completely out of place. Not necessarily because of the clothes, but…I just don’t belong there. I can’t put my finger on it, but that Monday and the rest of that week when I woke up, got dressed and walked into that store, something was itching the back part of my consciousness. I couldn’t hear the actual words, but it felt like: This is your life, Camryn Bennett. This is your life.

Truthfully, he lives right next to the Sexy Tree and I think that's the only thing that bothers me about this whole situation.

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.