The Notebook

I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me this has always been enough.

I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me this has always been enough.

“You are the answer to every prayer I’ve offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have. I love you, Allie, more than you can ever imagine, I always have and I always will.”

I am not a poet, and yet a poem is needed to fully express the way I feel about you.

“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

The romantics would call this a love story: the cynics would call it a tragedy.

I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

I am a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me this has always been enough.

my days are spent like an old party balloon: listless, spongy and growing softer over time.

It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox