Lovely
Noah: Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.
Young Allie: Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now its too late.
Young Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.
Young Allie: You wrote me?
Young Noah: Yes.
Young Noah: It wasn't over, it still isn't over.
Allie: They fell in love, didn't they?
Duke: Yes, they did.
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