Every moment of it was great,
And I need not regret any moment I had.
One day I will look back on this and smile....
Simply because I had something to write about.
Passage from Nicholas Spark's "The Notebook"
She leaned toward him. "Tell me, Noah, what do you remember most from the summer we spent together?"
"All of it."
"Aything in particular?"
"No," he said.
"You don't remember?"
He answered after a moment, quietly, seriously.
"No, it's not that. It's not what you're thinking. I was serious when I said 'all of it.' I can remember every moment we were together, and in each of them there was something wonderful. I can't really pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect, the kind of summer everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over another?
"Poets often describe love as an emoition that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it."
