Iโve lost someone, too,โ he reminded her. โItโs not the same!โ She squeezed the bridge of her nose, trying to stifle her tears. โI was so mean to him. I quit the piano! I blamed him for everything, and I didnโt say more than a few words to him for three years! Three years! And I canโt get those years back. But maybe if I hadnโt been so angry, he might not have gotten sick. Maybe I caused that extraโฆ stress that did all this. Maybe it was me!
Nicholas SparksSo it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday.
Nicholas SparksBut if it couldn't be love and it didn't feel like lust, what was it? Like? Did he like her? Of course, he did, but that word didn't capture his feelings, either. It was a little too... vague and soft around the edges. People liked ice cream. People liked to watch television. It meant nothing, and it didn't come close to explaining why, for the first time, he felt the urge to tell someone the truth.
Nicholas Sparks