These things will never happen: We will never go for a walk again, we will never speak again, we will never see each other again. Never, never, never... never again. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. You will never see my face, I will never see yours. You will never taste my food, I will never taste you food either.  I will never annoy you with my yet another strange haircut, you will never criticize it again. I will never criticize you too. We will never go to Thailand or Cambodia together and never enjoy the palms and the sun with each other. I will never dial your number again to hear your voice and I will never again be waiting for you to call me. We will never laugh and cry together. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER. You will never say how much you love me and how much you miss me, or how much you want me to be near. I will never be able to tell you how much I love you and how much I miss you and how much I would like you to be near. We will never misunderstand each other. We will never understand one another.
When somebody dies,  NEVER means NEVER. 

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