the notebook noah and allie


I would never be tired;
Of how many times should I remind
How we fell in love at seventeen;
How we kissed until it was a sin
The orange sky;
And the silhouette of wings that fly
I’d love to see you paint them;
With your brush strokes so gem
I like seeing you in your red cardigan;
I like hearing those naked words said and done
Three-hundred and sixty five letters;
I’d write them every day until my pen shatters;
And in those pages;
I wrote the sincerest
But you didn’t read those;
And we began to lose;
We thought we’d just fight;
And make up through the night
But here we are;
Trapped in our own bizarre
I still wrote to you every single day;
Before I knew it was time to go away
In two different paths;
Still, we search for our ‘what ifs’
Still, we play with the past;
And wish we never left
Seven years, I still crave;
Your existence is my pave
In a home where I promised you;
Where the sky meets the lake so blue
I’ll never get tired;
To remind you how lovely
Even if memories never tried;
Our story is written lovingly


I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. -Noah