"Despite how things end, they always know that the next time they see each other things will begin the same, and this thought alone carries them through each goodbye.
One day, supposedly like any other day, she awakens to find a letter in the mail from him. Firstly, no one writes letters any more. Secondly, he definitely doesn’t. So she knows." http://thisconsciouscollective.tumblr.com/
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