People are always gifts-- time-appointed gifts, at that. For some amount of time, they are like a living lucky number, an I-beam, a loaf of bread, an injection of Ritalin. The thing that we need to survive and to keep going. They make us better. And then-- sometimes-- after that time is over, they leave our lives. But they don't have to. Some people we can keep, even after the initial time is over, and those relationships are what we call "enriching." Like extra sugar or yeast in a bread. More cinnamon on the roll. The parts that make life luxurious.
Reija
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