The people who were there. The people who were not. The people you talk to. The people you don’t talk to. The people who call you crazy. The people who don’t understand. The people that believe in you. The people that cherish you. The people who hate you. The people who like you. The people who love you. The people who frustrate you. The people who lust for you. The people who don’t know you. The people who agree with you. The people who despise you. The people who trust you. The people you lie to. The people you drink to. The people you think about. The people you forget. The people you imagine. The people you can’t live without. The people who advise you. The people you look up to. The people you fascinate. The people you procrastinate. The people you avoid. The people you miss. The people you flirt with. The people you look like. The people you’re attracted to. The people who like the way you are.

The people called friends. The people called enemies. The people called family. The people called lovers. The person called me, gets confused sometimes. Which are you again?