Why had Nancy told me to study instead of hanging out with her? Why did she cheer me up with her story over dinner instead of telling me about her own problems? Had Nancy been only telling me what I want to hear this
whole time instead of being a real friend? Why didn’t we ever argue about little things or have times when our plans just didn’t seem to work out? Somehow, after spending the whole day with Nancy, I felt like I had been alone the whole time. Could my ideal companion really not be a true companion at all?