The human touch is not sacrosanct just yet.

That moment when you spend most of the evening and night with your roommate and find yourself in platonic love/in friends with her, as well as introducing her to the line "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship" for the very first time. And you're happy about letting the time having passed you both by in swift delight.

I'm grateful that such moments of random joy still exists.