Picture this. In 10 years I bump into on the street. I say hi, you say it back. I ask how your life is. You tell me about your wife and kids. And when you do, it will break my heart. Not because I don't want you to be happy. Because that's all I want. But because that's all I want. But because 10 years ago...I pictured somebody else asking you how your life is, and you would tell them about me.