"Picture this.
In 10 years I bump into you on the street.
I say hi, you say it back.
I ask how your life is.
You tell me about your wife and your kids.
And when you do, it will break my heart.
Not because I don't want you to be happy.
Because that's all I want.
But because 10 years ago....
I pictured somebody else asking how your life is.
And you would tell them about me."
