[ - And you'll just forget about me, right? - Everyday. ] THERESA OSBOURNE & GARRET BLAKE, A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.

[ - And you'll just forget about me, right? - Everyday. ] THERESA OSBOURNE & GARRET BLAKE, A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.
Comme les articles sont inversés, vous devez commencer 3 articles plus bas pour comprendre les lettres...

This is the final letter

< < Dear Catherine,

My life began when I found you... And I thought it had ended when I failed to save you. I thought that hanging on to your memory was keeping us both alive. But I was wrong. A woman named Theresa showed me that... if I was brave enough to open my heart... l could love again, no matter how terrible my grief. She made me realize I was only half-alive. It scared me and it hurt.

I didn 't know how much I needed her till the night she flew away.

When that airplane took off, I felt something inside me tear away. And I knew. I should have stopped her. I should've followed her home. And now tomorrow, I'm going to sail to the windy point... And I'm going to say goodbye to you. Then I'm going to go to this woman... And see if I can win her heart. If I can, I know you'll bless me. And bless us all. If I can 't... Then I'm still blessed because

i'VE HAD THE PRiViLEGE OF LOViNG, TWiCE iN MY LiFE. > >

She gave me that. And if I tell you I love her as much as I loved you... Then you'll know the whole story.
Rest in peace, my love.
Garret.



GARRET BLAKE,
A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE..

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# Posté le lundi 12 janvier 2009 16:07

[ A story of love lost and found. ] A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.

[ A story of love lost and found. ] A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.
Here is the third letter that has been discovered.

< < To all the ships at sea... and all the ports of call. To my family... and to all friends and strangers. This is a message and a prayer. The message is that my travels taught me a great truth. I already had what everyone is searching for... and few ever find:

The one person in the world... who I was born to love forever.

A person like me, of the Outer Banks... and the blue Atlantic mystery. A person rich in simple treasures... self-made, self-taught. A harbor where I am forever home. And no wind or trouble... or even a little death can knock down this house. The prayer is that everyone in the world can know this kind of love... and be healed by it.

THE PRAYER iS THAT EVERYONE iN THE WORLD CAN KNOW THiS KiND OF LOVE, AND BE HEALED BY iT. > >

If my prayer is heard, then there will be an erasing of all guilt... and all regret... and an end to all anger.
Please, God.
Amen.



CATHERiNE BLAKE,
A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.
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# Posté le lundi 12 janvier 2009 16:29

[ If I was about 150 years younger, you'd be in trouble, young lady. ] DODGE BLAKE, A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.

[ If I was about 150 years younger, you'd be in trouble, young lady. ] DODGE BLAKE, A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.
Here is the second letter that has been discovered.

< < Dear Catherine,

There isn't an hour without you in it. I mend the boats, test them. . . and all the while the memories come in like the tide. I thought today of when we were young. . . And you left our world for a bigger world. I was a lot more scared than I would admit. I fought my fear. . . By telling myself you'd come back someday. . . And trying to think of the first thing I'd say when I saw you again. I must have tried out 100 possibilities. What did I finally say? Not much. My mouth wouldn't work,

Except to kiss you.

When you said, 'I'm here to stay' . . . That said it all. Well, I'm doing it again. I keep imagining what I'd say to you,

iF YOU SOMEHOW CAME BACK. > >




GARRET BLAKE,
A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE..
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# Posté le lundi 12 janvier 2009 15:55

[ If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful. ] THERESA OSBOURNE, A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.

[ If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful. ] THERESA OSBOURNE, A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE.

Theresa, a journalist discovered a letter in a bottle running on the beach. Here's the letter.

< < Dear Catherine,

I'm sorry I haven 't talked to you in so long. I feel I've been lost... No bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy, I guess. I've never been lost before. You were my true north. I could always steer for home when you were my home. Forgive me for being so angry when you left. I still think some mistake's been made...

And I'm waiting for God to take it back.

But I'm doing better now. The work helps me. Most of all, you help me. You came into my dream last night with that smile... That always held me like a lover... Rocked me like a child. All I remember from the dream... Is a feeling of peace. I woke up with that feeling... And tried to keep it alive as long as I could. I'm writing to tell you that I'm on a journey toward that peace. And to tell you I'm sorry about so many things. I'm sorry I didn 't take better care of you... So you never spent a minute being cold or scared or sick. I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find the words... To tell you what I was feeling. I'm sorry I never fixed the screen door. I fixed it now. I'm sorry I ever fought with you. I'm sorry I didn't apologize more. I was too proud. I'm sorry I didn't bring you more compliments. . . On everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair.

i'M SORRY i DiDN'T HOLD ON TO YOU WiTH SO MUCH STRENGTH. . . THAT EVEN GOD COULDN'T PULL YOU AWAY. > >

All my love,
G.


GARRET BLAKE,
A MESSAGE iN A BOTTLE..

Il me semblait que j'avais mis ces lettres quelque part mais je ne sais plus où. j'ai revu le film et j'ai eu envie...
Les plus belles lettres d'amour que j'ai jamais lu <3
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# Posté le lundi 12 janvier 2009 15:39

[ The tragedy of his life was not spending it with me.] ALLY MC BEAL, ALLY MCBEAL.

[ The tragedy of his life was not spending it with me.] ALLY MC BEAL, ALLY MCBEAL.
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe ?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into...

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see. . .



TAYLOR SWiFT,
TEARDROPS ON MY GUiTAR.


J'ai longuement hésité entre metre la chanson ici ou sur andsometimes tellement cette chanson, c'est moi. Et elle atterira probablement sur les deux. Ya plus qu'à changer les noms.
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# Posté le samedi 13 décembre 2008 20:18