There they were again for the first time in a long time, and I couldn't help but smile. A big smile. A little disappointed though because I was hoping it was more about them in addition to other things. I wanted to reach out so bad, but I fought the urge to do so. Not just to avoid trouble, but because I'm probably the last one they want to hear from. 

Again I asked myself - why do I care? Because they're smart? Because we have things in common? Whatever the case may be, I don't always want to be the one to do the reaching out. If I'm ever contacted in the future, even though I highly doubt I will be, then I can decide what I want to do from there, and this applies to people in general. If any of my regular visitors are them, though, I am truly flattered.

So...I do care. Yes, sometimes we really do care but we can't show it for various reasons. So I quietly hug my young and favorite fellow writer in my mind and move on like two ships silently passing in the night.