As tenuous as it may be to say, I'm glad you cared. In whatever vague and parasocial way it was, I'm grateful that at least one person cared.
- I still like "An Orange" quite a lot!
- Forgive me if this is too sincere. But: We are all of us standing on the stoop outside the party. ("We" is simultaneously an unfathomable number of people and yet almost none.) The temperature is perfect, especially with the little breeze. The stars are so bright, so numerous, that they crowd out space's darkness. There will be other moments that are not this one, in other years, in other places. But right now there is this moment where I feel infinity standing behind me when I say how nice it was to talk to you. As water flows downhill so do people care. I cared, and I enjoyed caring, and I enjoyed our contact "even if" it wasn't huge, wasn't forever. (Pejorative, belittling "even if". As though the transient and ephemeral were not beautiful.)
I hope you prosper. I hope your life is rich with people. You are worth caring about, or I would not have done it without thinking. I hope you get everything you need and happiness too. - Right back at you. :) Take care, not-quite-a-stranger.