Allie : Did you write that?Duke : No, that was Walt Whitman.Allie : I think I knew him...Duke : I think you did too.
She had come back into his life like a sudden flame; blazing and streaming into his heart. Noah stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony he knew would be his if he were to lose her twice.
He got the notion into his head that if he restored the old house where they had come that night, Allie would find a way to come back to him. Some called it a labor of love. Others called it something else. But in fact, Noah had gone a little mad.
Allie : Do you think our love, can take us away together?Duke : I think our love can do anything we want it to.Allie : I love you.Duke : I love you, Allie.Allie : Good night.Duke : Good night. I'll be seeing you.
