When I write to you, I feel your breath; when you read them,

When I write to you, I feel your breath; when you read them, I imagine you feel mine. Is it that way with you, too? These letters are part of us now, part of our history, a reminder forever that we made it through this time. Thank you for helping me survive this year, but more than that, thank you for all the years to come.
-Nights in Rodanthe
By: Nicholas Sparks