My insecure self says you don’t exist. But you do. You are busy with work, with life, with finishing graduation, or merely just started university. You are busy with giving your family time, or grieving the departed. You are thousands of miles away from me, or just few blocks. You are busy playing games on weekend, or giving time to your hobbies. And that is fine as I am too. We can just hangout friday evenings, or not meet at all in years. But you will be my friend as I will be yours.