Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide. - Rumi
The one who loved me first.
The teacher who asked me, "Why not?"
The father that made fun of my prom dress.
The God of my father, who didn't pan out.
The friend with beautiful hair who sat with me while I choked on my guts in the dark.
The giant that filled my empty doorway one night.
The slave drivers.
The poet who taught me to quit gripping the pen so hard.
The man who taught me what "now" is.
The child I didn't have.
The brother I lost.
The mother I gained.
The guru I almost didn't trust.
The rich man who gave me a light.
The ancient author on a telephone line through time.
The bartender in Maryland, that one time.
The sister. There's only one.
We all intersect for a reason.