“What if we never meet again?” she asked.
“This is the age of technology, not the medieval times. We will stay in touch,” he said.
“Yeah, we will be able to do everything but touch…” she feebly laughed.
“We will meet,” he said after a while.
She raised her eyebrows quizically.
“Maybe, we will meet, one day. But by that time, will we be the same people that we are now?” she said.
He could not guarantee that. Neither could she.
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