the notebook
Young Allie: Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it's too late.
Young Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.
Young Allie: You wrote me?
Young Noah: Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over
ibland får man bli sådär hopplöst larvig och gråta till the notebook
Kommentarer
Postat av: widin
jag älskar den! Nu måste jag kolla innan jag kan sova!
Postat av: josefine
jag med! gråter som ett barn till den
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