When I type a single letter, seven people come up. My eyes see their faces, but my heart sees their stories.
The first, I love, but let go of.
The second, I love, but cannot be with.
The third, a wonderful friend, whose struggles I take as mine.
The fourth, a brother, more devoted than I imagined.
The fifth, a sister not by blood but life, my helper and adviser.
The sixth, another sister through life, my comforter and shoulder to cry on.
The seventh, a friend I did not think would become dear, but brought close through crisis.
Each one of them is dear to me, and I have the greatest “J” of them all to thank for bringing them into my lives.
When I type a single letter, eight people come up. My eyes see seven faces, and my heart sees seven stories.
My soul sees one savior.