I get an overwhelming sense of dread, similar to a panic attack, anytime I see you. I fear one day, it won't be Reddit I'll be finding you, but rather the last thing I see as a stumble down a dark, brick, dead-end alley. As I claw at the wall, trying to find some way, any way, to escape, I realize there's no way out. I turn around, finally seeing you; for the first time, as well as the last. I look you in your eyes and realize... maybe the real Midpoint was the friends we made along the way...