A Walk to Remember

by Nicholas Sparks

First you will smile, and then you will cry—don’t say you haven’t been warned.

The Jerry Springer Show….

Rip

I’d like to tell you he eventually went to a terrible death, but he didn’t. He died at a ripe-old age while sleeping with his mistress on his yacht off the Cayman Islands. He’d outlived both his wives and his only son. Some end for a guy like that, huh? Life, I’ve learned, is never fair. If people teach anything in school, that should be it.

Jamie wouldn’t say no to him, and realistically she was the only option he had.

Shes the only option you had too!

“Sure is a beautiful day,” I said, stalling. “Yes, it is.” “Warm, too.” “That’s because you’re in the sun.”

Lol

“I’d love to,” she finally said, “on one condition.” I steadied myself, hoping it wasn’t something too awful. “Yes?” “You have to promise that you won’t fall in love with me.”

I could tell he really loved her and wasn’t afraid to show it. It was how he felt about me that was the problem.

What do you expect how you treated him before

I just couldn’t bear the thought that I’d have to spend every afternoon with her for the next month or so. Being seen with her once was bad enough… but being seen with her every day? What would my friends say?

Are you serious?

She’d had a crush on me for years, and the feeling might have been mutual except for the fact that she had a glass eye, and that was something I just couldn’t ignore. Her bad eye reminded me of something you’d see stuffed into the head of a mounted owl in a tacky antique shop, and to be honest, it sort of gave me the willies.

Um this speaks for itself

She smiled at me and I smiled at her and all I could do was wonder how I’d ever fallen in love with a girl like Jamie Sullivan.

“I know the Lord has a plan for us all, but sometimes, I just don’t understand what the message can be. Does that ever happen to you?”

and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips first touched, I knew the memory would last forever.

“But you haven’t lost your faith?” “No.” I knew she hadn’t, but I think I was losing mine. “Is it because you think you might get better?” “No,” she said, “it’s because it’s the only thing I have left.”

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.