We're not the same people we were then. We've changed, we've grown.

And while he was doing those things, he thought about Allie and the love that was missing from both their lives.

Most people don’t know how to appreciate the silence. They can’t help talking.

That's what dating is for, after all - to learn if you're compatible with someone.

Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.

The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on. and without either or them being conscious of it, they began to regain the intimacy, the bond of familiarity, they had once shared.

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?