Letter to you

Thank you for being a part of my life. Maybe I don’t see you anymore. Maybe I don’t know where the road has taken you. Maybe you are the nice old lady who I met on a bus when I was too arrogant for my age and situation and taught me that every profession deserves respect as long as it is honest. Or perhaps you’re the friend who kissed the first boy I ever liked after I had talked about him for months.

Maybe you are that boy that I first liked – maybe you’re the first one I kissed. Maybe you’re one of those teachers who changed my perception of a subject, turning it into an obsession or a hating matter. Maybe you’re that person that never interacted with me, but whose actions in movies, programs, books, songs or everyday life made me reevaluate the way I acted or thought.

Maybe you are part of my family – whether by blood or by heart. Maybe you hurt me while being careless, cruel or even out of love.  Maybe you make my heart go a mile per second by just showing up on my mind, or maybe you make me laugh with just a few words – the right ones.

Maybe you just are, and that’s what makes me happy. Maybe you’re already gone or are about to. Maybe you’re far, but close when I see you inside of me. Maybe I no longer remember you because the world has too many people and we meet a good chunk of them as we live. Maybe I don’t know you yet, and can’t even imagine the impact you’ll have in my life, regardless of it being good or bad.

Maybe I see you every day at home, at work, at the grocery store or in my comfort zone. Maybe I see you once a week, once a month, once a year. Or once in a lifetime.

Maybe you’re important enough that I miss you and count the minutes to be by your side – maybe you’re not, and I roll my eyes mentally every time I have to see you. Maybe I love you, maybe I hate you, maybe I don’t care about you. Maybe I have known you since birth, or maybe I just met you today. Maybe we shared a look, an involuntary collision of shoulders, an almost car accident. Maybe I don’t even know you, even though I called you bad names because you scared me or treated me wrong in the brief time we interacted. Maybe I never saw you directly, but have an enormous affection for you due to the character you incorporated in the situation where I learned about your existence.

Maybe I just heard your name and drew conclusions – maybe I never knew your name, but never forgot you. Maybe we won’t see each other again. Maybe we are about to meet. Maybe I have made a brutal difference in your life, or you have made in mine.

Maybe I wronged you or taught you something, or maybe it’s the contrary. Maybe you are not even human. Maybe you’ll never know the impact you had in my life.

Whatever the answer is, thank you. You were, are or will be an essential part of my life – and for that, I will always be extremely grateful. After all, there are seven billion people in the world and, for all the ones we could meet, we met each other.

I just wanted you to know that you affected my life. Maybe not always in a positive way, but I assure you that you are one of the people that motivated me to be who I am today and who I will be tomorrow.

So thank you for existing. Thank you for meeting me. And thank you for being a part of my story. It’s important that I say this now because maybe – just maybe – I haven’t thanked you yet, and you don’t realize how special you are to me, or how much everyone is special to everyone. There’s not a single person who meets us without causing even the smallest of impacts. And you know what? I think that’s what makes everything so incredibly random and fun.

Again, thank you. Have a wonderful day 🙂

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