I remember a time when I believed that I was Noah from The Notebook. Not the movie version so much, but definitely the book version. I knew who my Allie was, and I still believed that somehow, someday, my Allie would some how turn back up at my doorstep and we'd find a way to make it work. Not because it would suddenly be easy, but because we'd realize that what we had was worth the fight every day.
I can't help but smile at my hope then. He was such a muse. I wrote a great deal of my very best work because of him. I knew how I felt about him always, but time's let that change. I'm grateful for what we had, and I hope to someday find something even better.
It's amazing how opening an old book and seeing words you underlined in what seems a lifetime away can reawaken old memories and dreams.
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Remembering is good, but don't get lost in the past. Remember it, acknowledge it, and keep moving forward. :D
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