24 de septiembre de 2009

the notebook.




-'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.'
-'I wrote you 365 letters.
I wrote you everyday for a year.'
-'You wrote me?'
-'Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over.'



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