You smile, and you're happy. That's good. I'm glad, but never happy for you. Perhaps not because I hold malice, but maybe because I'm jealous that you can feel joy like that. Joy, like I can't. I don't see people as a source of joy the way you do. To me, people feel like a chore or an obligation. I feel the need to be happy just to show I am happy. I think maybe at some point, I really enjoyed your company because I thought you were like me, but wow, I couldn't be more wrong. You're lucky.