Someone very wise whom I’ve seldom spoken to once wrote, “I just want someone to make love to all of me.” Upon reading this, I felt that I had never related to anyone more on any level. I agreed, wholeheartedly, that that was exactly what I wanted, too. Tonight, I came to a very important realization. That person, someone to make love to all of anyone, does not exist. If so, we would meet them, that one person for us, and we would never have to speak to anyone else. We wouldn’t need friends or family, we wouldn’t want to experience life or love from any other source, and that would be a damn shame. Those shoes are far too large for any one person to fill. That’s why we surround ourselves with completely different people, each of whom can fill just one part of them and be but one of the loves of our lives. In the past, it was so easy for me to condemn people for not being what I needed, when I needed it; That’s the biggest mistake that I’ve been making, but that stops here. The traits that each person in my life possess “make love,” in a sense, to many of my different needs, and that is so important. No one person is big enough or good enough to fill my whole heart, and that should never be expected. I need different people in my life for different reasons, and all of those reasons are of the same significance, whether they seem like it or not. Whether you’re in my life to share laughs or tears, you’re just as important as the people who share the opposite. And I love you, too.