Allie would love what you've done," he remarked. "She was always a softie when it came to things like this." I folded my hands in my lap. "I wish she could be there this weekend." Noah glanced at the stack of letters. I knew he was imagining Allie, and for a brief moment, he looked strangely younger. "So do I," he said.

I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

I try to write every day until the book is done, but the exact process depends on the story and its structure. Sometimes, if the story is more linear, I write it from beginning to end.

And believe it or not, she has a phone and everything. She stopped using smoking signals last year.

And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

I found that as I flipped the days on the calendar, the worries I had about our relationship had began to diminish.

It might seem as the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.