What makes a person special?
Is it the way the unique molecules collect together to form the individuality?
Or is it the reflection of us in them we see?
Or perhaps the way the person’s life intersects with our own?
If it is anything real, specialness is often unquantifiable. It walks into another’s life and the whole atmosphere reconstructs. And what used to be impossible emerges into the real.
A person can bring you back. Back to the place where you function from the whole. Back to the beginning and the end. Back to God. A person can pull the strings back for you, gathering all the parts of you and handing them back to you. With everything afar and inbetween, the person stays and loves you through the hard bits. The person brings you back.
This, is a special person.