Message In A Bottle.

Soundtrack: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

 

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Maybe this could be one among the most emotional books that I have ever read, or you will ever read. Yes, I have encountered so many emotional and sad novels but this one was sad in its own special way. I don't know if the mood of the day is what really made it more emotional or just the contents of the book. 

So once again I read another novel from Nicholas Sparks, and as always it was worth reading, highly recommended."Message in a bottle" is the title of the novel, such an amazing book with very unique content.

 So as always it is a love story of two people who met by fate because it was not really a mere coincidence. 

Well, the lesson I got here is don't let your past deny your heart from feeling what it wants, accept what you feel and face it, it's worth it.

Dear Theresa,

Can you forgive me?

In a world that I seldom understand, there are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect

them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek.

But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.

You, my darling, are the wind that I did not anticipate, the wind that has gusted more strongly

than I ever imagined possible. You are my destiny.

I was wrong, so wrong, to ignore what was obvious, and I beg your forgiveness. Like a cautious

traveler, I tried to protect myself from the wind and lost my soul instead. I was a fool to ignore

my destiny, but even fools have feelings, and I’ve come to realize that you are the most important

thing that I have in this world.

I know I am not perfect. I’ve made more mistakes in the past few months than some make in a

lifetime. I was wrong to have acted as I did when I found the letters, just as I was wrong to hide

the truth about what I was going through with respect to my past. When I chased you as you

drove down the street and again as I watched you leave from the airport, I knew I should have

tried harder to stop you. But most of all, I was wrong to deny what was obvious in my heart: that

I can’t go on without you.

You were right about everything. When we sat in my kitchen, I tried to deny the things you were

saying, even though I knew they were true. Like a man who gazes only backward on a trip across

the country, I ignored what lay ahead. I missed the beauty of a coming sunrise, the wonder of

anticipation that makes life worthwhile. It was wrong of me to do that, a product of my confusion,

and I wish I had come to understand that sooner.

Now, though, with my gaze fixed toward the future, I see your face and hear your voice, certain

that this is the path I must follow. It is my deepest wish that you give me one more chance. As you

might have guessed, I’m hoping that this bottle will work its magic, as it did once before, and

somehow bring us back together.

For the first few days after you left, I wanted to believe that I could go on as I always had. But I

couldn’t. Every time I watched the sun go down, I thought of you. Every time I walked by the

phone, I yearned to call. Even when I went sailing, I could only think of you and the wonderful

times we had. I knew in my heart that my life would never be the same again. I wanted you back,

more than I imagined possible, yet whenever I conjured you up, I kept hearing your words in our

last conversation. No matter how much I loved you, I knew it wasn’t going to be possible unless

we—both of us—were sure I would devote myself fully to the path that lay ahead. I continued to

be troubled by these thoughts until late last night when the answer finally came to me. Hopefully,

after I tell you about it, it will mean as much to you as it did to me:

In my dream, I saw myself on the beach with Catherine, in the same spot I took you after our

lunch at Hank’s. It was bright in the sun, the rays reflecting brilliantly off the sand. As we walked

alongside each other, she listened intently as I told her about you, about us, about the wonderful

times we shared. Finally, after some hesitation, I admitted that I loved you, but that I felt guilty

about it. She said nothing right away but simply kept walking until she finally turned to me and

asked, “Why?”

“Because of you.”

Upon hearing my answer, she smiled at me with patient amusement, the way she used to before

she died. “Oh, Garrett,” she finally said as she gently touched my face, “who do you think it was

that brought the bottle to her?”

When I woke, I felt empty and alone. The dream did not comfort me. Rather, it made me ache

inside because of what I had done to us, and I began to cry. When I finally pulled myself together,

I knew what I had to do. With shaking hand, I wrote two letters: the one you’re holding in your

hand right now, and one to Catherine, in which I finally said my good-bye. Today, I’m taking

Happenstance out to send it to her, as I have with all the others. It will be my last letter—

Catherine, in her own way, has told me to go on, and I have chosen to listen. Not only to her

words but also to the leanings of my heart that led me back to you.

Oh, Theresa, I am sorry, so very sorry, that I ever hurt you. I am coming to Boston next week

with the hope that you find a way to forgive me. Maybe I’m too late now. I don’t know.

Theresa, I love you and always will. I am tired of being alone. I see children crying and laughing

as they play in the sand, and I realize I want to have children with you. I want to watch Kevin as

he grows into a man. I want to hold your hand and see you cry when he finally takes a bride, I

want to kiss you when his dreams come true. I will move to Boston if you ask because I cannot go

on this way. I am sick and sad without you. As I sit here in the kitchen, I am praying that you will let me come back to you, this time forever.

Garrett