Is It Selfish, Really?

In my conception, lovely is the world in which I am happy, simply, while the people around me are going along just as blissfully.

Seeing the joy written on their expressions is enough to light up mine, you know? It's never occurred to me that I would need to know why their hearts sang or how bland water could taste sweet; just as long it remained so for them. Neither has it ever occurred to me that I should have a part to play in their happiness; it was true that I would gladly share in their delight, but surely our lives were our own to lead? And if you accomplished something today that gratified you to no end, you could count on me to experience the same euphoria within. If, too, you should ever need me, hold no doubts that I am always here.

Certainly, having you around to share in the exhilarating ups and downs has multiplied my joy to exponential measure. But why has physically spending time with you become the basis of which makes or breaks our friendship? If previously we supported each other, why would it be any different now? Why should it? Unless someone has changed. I haven't; have you?

I still care. Just not in the way you most value. But are my ideas so selfish, really?