All began from this letter in a Bottle.

She got the bottle on the beach, with her curiosity, she was moved by it so much coz it just waked up something deepen in her bottom of heart. Her name was Theresa, after being betrayed by her husband who was the only one she loved and married to. Without thinking of happenly coming across two other letters from Garrett, who obviously falling in deep love with Catherine. She just wanted to find out how can one love so deeply, she just wanted to find out but never knew she was steping into a doomed bottle of Destiny...

No one can predict what would happen next sec, no one would figure out the scene their eyesight contacted with each other, Garrett would never think he would fall in love with this woman pushed by a bottle, and now standing before him...

A little sad about what happened afterward. On hearing Theresa knowing his letters in the bottle, Garrett shouted to her, felt as he was used by her, she was totally a liar. But even Garrett himself didn't relize, Theresa knew it was not the true reason made him so angry. She knew, she can never replace Catherine in his heart, or at least Garrett cannot admit he would love as much as he loved Catherine, he just thought Theresa crashed in the pure, exclusive love he shared with Catherine.

Theresa told him, and then left. Just living her life the same way as before, just pretending nothing had changed... 

But one day, suddenly Garrette's father came to Theresa's home, with a letter Garrett left. In it, Garrett finally knew he was wrong, but just on the way he wanted to say goodbye for Catherine, and planed to ask for Theresa's forgiveness, he was never back...

Who do you think it was that brought the bottle to her?, Catherine said to Garrett in his dream...

Love should never be denied, one will never lose the ability to offer such deep love even he lost once.

July 22, 1997

My Dearest Catherine,

I miss you, my darling, as I always do, but today is especially hard because the ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of out life together. I can almost feel you beside me as I write this letter, and I can smell the scent of wildflowers that always reminds me of you. But at this moment, these things give me no pleasure. Your visits have been coming less often, and I feel sometimes as if the greatest part of who I am is slowly slipping away.

I am trying, though. At night when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a way to return to me. Last night, in my dreams, I saw you on the pier near Wrightsville Beach. The wind was blowing through your hair, and your eyes held the fading sunlight. I am struck as I see you leaning against the rail. You are beautiful, I think as I see you, a vision that I can never find in anyone else. I slowly begin to walk toward you, and when you finally turn to me, I notice that others have been watching you as well. ‘Do you know her?’ they ask me in jealous whispers, and as you smile at me, I simply answer with the truth, ‘Better than my own heart.’

I stop when I reach you and take you in my arms. I long for this moment more than any other. It is what I live for, and when you return my embrace, I give myself over to this moment, at peace once again.

I raise my hand and gently touch your cheek and you tilt your head and close your eyes. My hands are hard and your skin is soft, and I wonder for a moment if you’ll pull back, but of course you don’t. You never have, and it is at times like this that I know what my purpose is in life.

I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am hear to learn form you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.

But then, as always, the mist starts to from as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.

I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you spread your arms and step back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I long to go with you, but your only response is to shake your head because we both know that is impossible.

And I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone on the pier and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry。

Garrett