"Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone." - The Notebook Maeve Walsh had never experienced love in all its greatness but she'd certainly dreamt about it, and in traditional summer spontaneity, why not make it happen?