Wondering.

I wonder who you are.

Of course, I know – sort of – who you are. I know your name. I know your profession and where it is that you work. I know what instruments you play and where you live and what your email address is, and I even have your number. I know that your mother passed this year and I know that you prefer the yellow capsicums and that you like Papermate pens. I know that you drive a blue car and love Fazioli pianos, and that you have two sons and a sister and a wife.

And still, I wonder who you are.

I wonder who you are to have changed my life this much. To have made me see my own potential, to have helped me believe in myself, to have reminded me of who I am. I wonder who you are to have inspired me and to have filled my being with so much awe. I wonder who you are to make me think you are the greatest human being to have walked this earth, and how I feel like you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, that you are a miracle and a gift from God. I wonder who you are to make knowing you feel like a necessity and loving you a fact of life. I wonder who you are to make me feel so blessed and so grateful for your existence I could cry. I wonder who you are to bring so much powerful, unconditional love into my being and into my life when I barely know you at all.

Tell me, please – who are you?