I carry your picture in my wallet.

I’m me but I’m also a combination of everyone who’s ever stepped in my path. It’s inevitable, and I’m not mad I am. I know I wouldn’t be myself if it had been different.

I don’t physically carry around anybody’s picture in my wallet, but I carry everyone’s memory, their sayings or mannerisms that stuck with me, their thoughts and actions, the food I discovered because of them, that song they loved that’s so catchy I hum it every once in a while, that movie we watched that opened my eyes… Those are the “pictures” I carry in my “wallet”. 

If you know me, just know that as long as I’m alive (wether our connection was good or bad to either of us), I’ll always carry something yours with me, as tiny as it might be. 

I’ll admit I also look forward to the day when someone physically carries my picture in their wallet (and I theirs).