Final Letter (5 Centimers Per Second)

Dear Akari,

I recall the first time I got your letter one hot summer's day, a few months since you moved. I did not know what to think. Given how often we changed schools, I knew that I had to get used to relationships that weren't meant to last. I tried to see what we had as just that. I had to. Yet, there your letter was, reaching across time and space, refusing to let go...