You

There are acquaintances. There are coaches. There are friends. There are adversaries. There are "friends".  There are teammates.There are family members. There are brothers and sisters and parents.  There are friends that are as close as family.  There are housemates.  There are roommates. There are associates.  There are outsiders we will someday meet, have met, and never meet.

There are girls. There are girls we love. There are girls we have loved. There are girls we wished loved us.  There are girls that will never know of our love. There are girls we now loathe.  There are girls we lament loving.  There are girls we will never love. There are girls that we'd enjoy nothing more to see them again one last time. And, of course, there girls that we implore for their disappearance from Our earth. 

There are those people. There are those we don't know. There are those we do know who they are.

They are friendly. They are supportive. They are covetous. They are malevolent.  They are supporters. They are biggest fans. They are haters. They are haters. They are sometimes both. They are not good, not evil, just them.  They are capricious. They are fasitidious. They are understanding, but disappointed. They are fascinated, but apathetic. They are conscientious, but oblivious.

It's an enthralling concept to sit around pensively and think about, like I have for the past 4 to 5 days.  Everyone we have encountered has shaped us as a human being, for better or for worse.  Each interaction we possess, each hardship fought, each triumph experienced, each nonchalant "Hello, how are you?" to strangers has meaning.  Those family members, friends, the malevolent, haters, and teammates all have such an impact on my life that I have difficulty putting it into words. I'm not talking about how I'm so close with them and they mean a lot to me. They do. I'm talking about more than that.  My reality is a concoction of all of their realities. And, without all of them, I would have no reality. This reality I have now would just be imagination.

Same goes for those haters, those role models, those girls we'll never love and the ones we will forever love. Even those associates, the fascinated and apathetic each have driven to what I have become.  If one of my endeavors was just, say, effaced from my memory, I very well could be an entirely different human being than I am right now.  If it weren't for you, all of you, those friendly strangers, those that understand, but are disappointed, and even the conscientious, however oblivious people all have direct responsibility to my personal outcome.

And for you, all of you, I say only what I can:  Thank you.