I'm reachin' Cold Mountain before you.

Ada: Did you get my letters?
Inman: I got three letters. Carried them in the book you gave me, the Bartram.
Ada: I probably sent 103. Did you write to me?
Inman: Whenever I could. If you never got them I can summarize.
Ada: No, it's --
Inman: I pray you're well. I pray I'm in your thoughts. You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments --
Inman: A thousand moments! They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck. The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me.