one of the biggest tragedies is that you will never know how truly loved you are. how your mom studied your hands and feet when you were a baby. the songs someone associates you with. the unspoken admiration from a stranger. the tears someone has shed for you. the process of someone putting a gift together for you someone from your past trying to find you on social media. the co worker who doesn't quit because of you, there is so much that happens behind the scenes.
“I hate small talk” is such a common opinion but I cannot relate in the slightest. Talking about jack shit with someone I will likely never meet again is like a drug for me