" Maybe we're on the wrong side of some metaphorical bridge where the grass is crusty and not grass at all, but sharp little spines of glass. I dunno, Moritz.
But the one little speck of green that I get is your letters, so please never stop writing me.
You got that?
Never stop.

Because you'll never meet me and it's the closest we can get. "

― Leah Thomas , Because You'll Never Meet Me (Because You'll Never Meet Me, #1)