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.

What happens if a car comes? We die.

He was the kind of man everyone would fall in love with, even if they didn't want to.

Who did she know in Raleigh who took the time off to fix a house? Or read Whitman or Eliot, finding images in the mind, thoughts of the spirit? Or hunted dawn from the bow of a canoe? These weren't the things that drove society, but she felt they shouldn't be treated as unimportant. They made living worthwhile.

Thank you for trusting me.

When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

There's no love like the first.