“I waited for you for seven years.”
“I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.”
Allie: Why didn’t you write me? Why? It wasn’t over for me. I waited for you for seven years. But now it’s too late.
Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year.
Noah: I’m not usually like this, I’m sorry.
Allie: Oh, yes you are.
Noah: I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, uhh…smart, superstitious, brave? And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I’m gonna be that for you.
Allie: You’re dumb.
Noah: I could be that.