Hannah Brencher. If you find this letter ... How I found the meaning of life by writing hundreds of letters to strangers (№ 455922)

Never get back together. Never see you. Never be able to tell how blue suits you. Never is such a beautiful word, and sometimes I wish it meant something else, like "flecks of fallen gold on the windowsill" instead of "no, we won't see each other again. And it hurts."