Once upon a time, there was a world where nothing unfair ever happened.
No one ever died young.
No one ever suffered from mental illness.
No one had to go through the pain of being left alone.
Everyone had friends: 31 good friends, 80 casual friends, and 800 likeable and supportive acquaintances.
Whenever someone intended to write or get in touch with friends or family, the thought converted automatically into action. It never failed. There was no such thing as "I meant to call you on your birthday." No. Meaning to do something was doing it. Good intentions were immediately realized, around the clock.
This was fortunate.
It would've been so tragic have a loved one fade away under the haze of mental illness, addiction or estrangement. Just terrible to lose chances to stay connected with a loved one just because some poor soul failed to make good on their intentions.
