For every person I meet, they leave a part of them in me. I am unique, yet not, for I am but a collective of the individuals I’ve met. I’m the one and only me, because only I’m the only one who has met the perfect combination of people who helped make the perfect secret formula. Who came, left, or stuck to your life? You, are composed of all of them. I wonder what other people have experienced, the people they have met, been inspired by, scarred by, or nurtured by, that has made them who they are.
Who made you, you?