You Are Not One Person

I think one of the strangest things about being human is that we exist in completely different ways around different people.

With some, I'm loud and unthinking; with others, calculating and afraid to speak. With some, I uncover hidden parts of myself; with others, I realize how much I hide from myself.

Maybe I am all of these things at once. We are a series of memories, conversations, and people who left something behind in us.

Perhaps when we lose someone, it's not that they took something away, but that they knew a version of us we will never see again.