She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via simply-quotes)
She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when Iām sitting here, I think about her. There could never be another.
— (via -nicholasparks)
