The Best of Me

by Nicholas Sparks

somehow she’d lost sight of the person she’d once meant to be, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever have the opportunity to find that person again.

Everyone wanted to believe that endless love was possible. She’d believed in it once, too, back when she was eighteen. But she knew that love was messy, just like life. It took turns that people couldn’t foresee or even understand, leaving a long trail of regret in its wake. And almost always, those regrets led to the kinds of what if questions that could never be answered.

The past can be escaped only by embracing something better, and he figured that was what she’d done.

Life was messy. Always had been and always would be and that was just the way it was, so why bother complaining? You either did something about it or you didn’t, and then you lived with the choice you made.

It takes a long time to grow an old friend, and trust is built a single moment at a time.

Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.