p.s. i love you

'There were a million places I refused to go to when Maureen died,' he said sadly. 'We used to go for walks in the Botanical Gardens every Sunday and I just couldn't go there any more after I lost her. There were a million little memories contained in every flower and tree that grew in there. The bench we used to sit on, her favorite tree, her favorite rose garden - just everything about it reminds me of her.'

'Did you go back?' Holly asked, sipping the hot tea, feeling it warm her insides.

'A few months ago,' he replied. 'It was a difficult thing to do but I did it and now I go every Sunday again. You have to confront things, Holly, and think of things positively. I say to myself, this is a place we used to laugh in, cry in, fight in, and when you go there and remember all those beautiful times you feel closer to them. You can celebrate the love you had instead of hiding from it.'

He leaned forward in his chair and stared directly into her eyes. 'Some people go through life searching and never find their soul mates. They never do. You and I did, we just happened to have them for a shorter period of time than we hoped for. It's sad, but it's life! So you go to this ball, Holly, and you embrace the fact that you had someone whom you loved and who loved you back.'

~Cecelia Ahern's, P.S. I Love You