innerviews_anna_began_the_fabric_that_became_you frAnk i tend to believe that i am made with the threads of other people's lives, this tapestry that hangs on the wall of my soul, a piece of art in a mary boone exhibit that people approach and run their fingers along finding the color to be something familiar deep inside. is this what you meant or is it something else? 030420 ... Anna_Began Not really. Timeandtimeagain as I get to know people, they each contain certain qualities that remind me of someone or several someones from my past. Usually, the relationship goes in the same direction as whatever happened with the person from my past. I am aware that this may well be a self-fulfilling prophecy. I also believe that you may be met with similar people time and again in different physical forms until you learn whatever lesson they were put in your life to teach you. You visit many islands throughout your life. You are lucky to set up permanent homes at only a few. These are the people that remain in your life for the long run. Since I was twelve, I have loved a certain man from afar. This has been enough with him. He stands on the periphery of my life reminding me where my heart belongs when I need it and being a gloriously, before-thought unachievable picture of what I'd deserve if it actually existed in attainable form. Besides him, there are two other men that I have loved that can be many things to me, but never my everything. The man I sat next to yesterday, who's every one step matched two of mine, who bought me a sweet, warm cinnamon soft-pretzel that tasted like my past, who, frustratingly, behaved like a perfect gentleman, for the first time ever, seemed woven into a person made of each of the tiny miracles I've been given by the other men. Snips and snails and puppy dog tails my ass... this boy is made of everything that I have ever been in love with. 030420 ... Anna_Began Unfortunately, even that isn't enough. 030421 what's it to you? who go blather from