Po­ets of­ten de­scribe love as an emo­tion that we can’t con­trol, one that over­whelms log­ic and com­mon sense. That’s what it’s like for me. I did­n’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt that you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that nei­ther of us could con­trol what was hap­pen­ing to us. We fell in love, de­spite our dif­fer­ences, and once we did, some­thing rare and beau­ti­ful was cre­at­ed. For me, love like that has hap­pened on­ly once, and that’s why every minute we spent to­geth­er has been seared in my mem­o­ry. I’ll nev­er for­get a sin­gle mo­ment of it.

– The Note­book