It is hard to explain how someone becomes a part of your heart.  Even harder to describe how a dozen or so cram their way in there.  You will never be able to remember every story or moment but you have all of them, they make you.  Having none of everyday for months.  Being deprived of the happiness someone’s mere presence can cause is painful.  Noticing that someone else is beginning to be that and when you look around you realize they are one of the elite few and the only one you see from day to day in the current life you lead is scary.  Knowing that all your immediate happiness is about everything you are doing but now includes this person is shocking.   What happens when you go back to where the most pieces of your heart reside.  In different people who know you better than you know yourself.  Do you waver in the comfort of the person you rely on when everyone else is so far away. NYC on the 14th.  Just two more days to where my heart is, to where I am me, to where the joy is everywhere I turn.