Dear John

by Nicholas Sparks

If hers are stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.

And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.

Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and now, it was bringing only pain.