What are the chances that two people can have a fleeting meeting in a New York post office and fall madly in love? Ben is there to mail a box of his ex-boyfriend’s belongings. Arthur, from Georgia, happens to be there running an errand for his summer internship. No names or numbers are traded. The universe does not arrange another chance meeting. However, they do manage to track each other down. To be able to find ‘The One’ in a city of millions -- surely the Universe is telling them that they should be together.
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