Love is like the wind...you can't see it but you can feel it.
I don't know Nicholas Sparks, but I might punch him in the nose if we ever meet...because he's made my wife cry more than a dozen times. In fact, she brings him with us on every vacation, and inevitably ends up crying hysterically on the plane before we even take off. Men don't buy things we know will induce sobbing (OK, maybe onions for our chili dogs), so why she enjoys his books I have no idea.
Happy Scarlet Sunday! (#3 of 3)
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