When I write to you, I feel your breath; when you read them, I
imagine you feel mine. Is it that way with you, too? These letters
are part of us now, part of our history, a reminder forever that we
made it through this time. Thank you for helping me survive this
year, but more than that, thank you for all the years to come.
-Nights in Rodanthe
By: Nicholas Sparks
