kerouac says

one day, a few weeks ago, i woke up with the most charming memory in my head. i was very specifically remembering this moment, at my twenty-sixth birthday party, when the monkey had entered the room (the packed, packed little room--most days i'm quite sure i'll never fill a room that way again) but gotten stuck in conversation about three feet from where i was stuck in a conversation. i reached a hand out to his hand, behind me, and gave it a squeeze. he squeezed back. we weren't dating yet; as far as i knew, we were just going to be best friends for life and never do any smooching. but i couldn't stand for him to be in the room and not say, very small, hello. i see you. and then now--or then, i guess, a few weeks ago--i woke up with the very pleasant memory in my head and rolled over (a bigger adjustment than you might think; i am of some momentous girth right now) and thought: hello. we see you.