So many people want to know who I am. So I’ve to decided to tell them. I am a writer. I like four people all of them have blue eyes as funny as that is. One is my best friend, her eyes are my favorite. The man with storms is one of them too, how could he not be, and the man with fire for hair. Someone else has been there for me more recently. He is someone I talked to before, but it’s different this time. These people make me me. So the next time you want to know who I am, do not ask me what has happened in my life ask me who it happened with.