Dear John





Dear John


Dear John.
I stare at the ranch as the evening settles in. It’s the first night of the full moon, and for me, the memories will come. 
She pauses then and crosses her arms, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one has followed her. Finally, she seems to relax. And then I feel as if I’m witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face forward the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she’s unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let her know I’m here. But instead I stay where I am and stare up at the moon as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we’re together again. 
-Dear John, Nicolas Sparks


 “I finally understood what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.”
—Nicholas Sparks, Dear John

John Tyree: Two weeks together, that's all it took, two weeks for me to fall for you.





“There’s something I wanna tell you. After I got shot, you wanna know the very first thing that entered my mind? Before I blacked out? Coins. I’m eight years old again on a tour of the U.S. Mint. I’m listening to a guy explain how coins are made. How they’re punched out of sheet metal. How they’re rimmed and beveled. How they’re stamped and cleaned. And how each and every batch of coin are personally examined just in case any of them slipped though with the slightest imperfection. That’s what popped into my head. I’m a Coin of the United States Army. I was minted in the year 1980. I’ve been punched from sheet metal. I’ve been stamped and cleaned. My edges have been rimmed and beveled. But now I have two small holes in me. I’m no longer in perfect condition.”
—John Tyree — Dear John (2010)




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