I struggle to put it together, in a way that allows me to continue...
Knowing that we're on the separate roads.
But then, I look through the lens of my camera and you're there.
I start to write an article and I find myself writing it to you.

It's clear for me now that we've been moving towards to each other...

A letter to Francesca Johnson, from Robert Kincaid - the Bridges of Madison County

*This kind of certainty comes just once in a lifetime.*