How lucky are we to have found each other? How lucky are we to have lived this life? How lucky are we to know what we know? How lucky are we to get to do this all?
How can I define who I am, without you? You have done everything for me, just in you being you. You may have been a big part of my life or I may have never of had a conversation with you, but you have helped to form who I am.
Your image, your clothes, your taste, your voice, your words, your laugh, your being has made me who I am, because of you I form myself. You may have done this unintentionally, in most cases that is so, but you are an effect on me and on the world at large in so many ways.
Often, I imagine myself as an ant that barely shows up for anyone, but how do I know that? Everyone may actually see me, even when I am not seeing them. Someone is always watching, someone is always listening, even if that someone is only myself. How do I want to show up? For you? For her? For him? For them? For me? Who I am being for myself and for you, because I matter and so do you.