There are two people you’ll meet in your life.
One will run a finger down the index of who you are
And jump straight to the parts of you that pique their interest.
The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters
And maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most.
You will meet these two people; it is a given.
It is the third that you’ll never see coming.
That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.
Something borrowed from someone who knows exactly how this feels.