The Notebook

“Why didn’t you write me?” “I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year!”* * “I want a white house, with blue shutters. And a room overlooking the river so I can paint.” “Anything else?” “Yes! I want a big old porch that wraps around the entire house. So we can drink tea and watch the sun go down.” “I’ll be whatever you want.” “You’re dumb.” “I could be that.” i have not found love until a man named Noah writes me 365 letters, and builds me a white house with blue shutters and a room overlooking the river so i can paint. i am in awe.