1. You’re not anti-social, you’re selectively social. It’s not that you don’t like going out, it’s that you are very choosy about when, where, and for how long.
2. At any given point, you have one (maybe two) best friends who are your entire life.
I’m glad I ran into you. I’m glad we saw each other after all this time. I’ve imagined it so often, you know? Tomorrow I’ll wonder if it even happened at all. I’m glad I ran into you! Somehow I feel so much lonelier than before. I, uh… well, I used to think I could call you. Go have lunch. Get married. As simple as that. The promise of all those high school physics film strips fulfilled. A little spill milk leaps back into pitchers. Broken teacups miraculously reassemble. Time really can — you know, time really can move in two directions. Time really can move in two directions. It doesn’t matter to the universe anyway. Which is to say… which is to say… I don’t know. Which is to say that I… I thought everything could still turn out. Now everything seems so much… more definite. It seems so much more real. It seems so much more final. A little milk, once spilled, cannot unspill. And a broken tea cup is always a broken teacup. You know, it’s funny, ‘cause everyone thinks that they shouldn’t mention you to me. But the omission… the omission only makes it worse. I’d like to hear about you sometimes. I love you. For better or for worse. You can take that on your travels.