"In
time, the hurt
began to
fade and it was easier to just let it go.
At least I thought
it was.
But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself
looking for you,
and when the feelings
got too
strong, I'd write you another letter.
But I never sent them for fear
of what I
might find.
By then, you'd gone
on with
your life and
I didn't want to think about you
loving someone else.
I wanted to remember
us like we were that summer.
I didn't ever want to
lose
that."
-Nicholas
Sparks
