Can you think of one person that you want to be? Someone who is perfect? Perhaps someone you know? Can you think of anyone you know really well who has no issues or annoying quirks or acne? I believed in these “perfect people” when I was little, but I also believed in the Easter Bunny.

We may try to spend time with each other, but then we face the reality that the magic is gone, and it wasn’t as easy as before. We cannot laugh over a silly old inside joke or make fun of the same person. But the worst is when smooth flowing banters turn into awkward conversations and the person you’re used to have lunch dates with suddenly turns into a total stranger.