''Dear Catherine. ''
There isn't an hour without you in it.
I mend the boats, test them. . .
. . .and aII the whiIe the memories come in Iike the tide.
I thought today of when we were young. . .
. . .and you Ieft our worId for a bigger worId.
I was a Iot more scared than I wouId admit.
I fought my fear. . .
. . .by teIIing myseIf you'd come back someday. . .
. . .and trying to think of the first thing I'd say when I saw you again.
I must have tried out possibiIities.
What did I finaIIy say?
Not much.
My mouth wouIdn't work, except to kiss you.
When you said, 'I'm here to stay' . . .
. . .that said it aII.
WeII, I'm doing it again.
I keep imagining what I'd say to you if somehow you came back. ''
"Message in a Bottle", by Nicholas Sparks
Friday, March 23, 2007
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