“Hey, how’s it going?”
There’s something magical about meeting someone.
You were born somewhere, and I was born somewhere else, and neither of those places was here. I’ve weaved my way around these years in a way that no one else ever has, and so have you. We’ve done some stuff no one could have predicted, and both seen our share of luck.
Yet here we are, standing next to each other. Both sides of the equation are equal.
I don’t need to know your whole story – and I’d be lying if I said I remember all of mine anyway.