The ones I knew the least broke my heart the most.
And the one that I loved the most never really loved me at all.
And the one that loved me the most... Well, bless him for trying. And for taking on the challenge.
I should thank those two girls. We were so young, and all in love with the same man.
And now they're both off, starting lives with real men of their own.
And I owe a thanks to the fourth grade. For bringing me to the girl with dark hair and that perfect dimple (yes, dimple, singular).
I owe a thank you to the woman who sat on the stairs with me for an hour, helping me study for that test.
And I will never forget the little boy who said the most profound things without meaning to be poetic.
I hope my old man knows that he means the world to me.
I also hope that the most beautiful girl in the world knows that I meant it when I said "I'm here forever."
Because I really meant it.
And I will sing songs about that boy until my face turns blue.
And I hope the woman that I haven't seen in years knows that I still look to the example that she set way back then.
And I hope the one with the glasses remembers me forever. But I know that he will.
I mean, how could he forget?
I owe an apology for crossing the line.
And for choosing the wrong.
And for forgetting her birthday.
And I love every single one of every single person's flaws.
My enemies turned out to be my most influential teachers.
And my little brothers turned out to be my best friends.
And I can't remember a time when I was happier for it to be February.
"People who need people are the luckiest people in the world."
Long live Barbra.