Who is “you” ?
I think about “you” all the time but I never wondered about who “you” really were until my ride home today. To be more exact, I wondered who the conglomerate “you” was. You see, every time I write about “you” I can see you like you were standing right in front of me. I see everything about you. I see your smile, your eyes, I see your blond (or is it brunette, or auburn) hair…. and then I start to get confused. Who is “you”?
“You” is someone from my life, past, present or future. You have been a major, minor, medium part of my life. I have loved you and hated you, spent time with you or just dated you. There are innumerable ways that we have been involved, each and every one of them a part of me. So, let me start again. Every time I write about “you”, I am writing about an individual. I have feelings and thoughts and memories of you. Each word I write means something special to me as does each and every one of you. Thank “you” for having been, or being, part of me.