Someone Special

So I was thinking about special people I know. What makes someone special? I have a few close friends and I love them all, and all of them have something special.

I have three female friends. Women... women have womanly issues. Those days. I've talked to all of them when they're on those days. One was moody and cold as snowflakes, she knew she was hurting me and she was like that anyway. Of course, wasn't her fault. Another one of them was so mean that our friendship practically ended. She apologized all twee two weeks later. I told her there was nothing to forgive. Actually, I think that makes me special. Even if fault falls on someone else's shoulders and we all know that it should be forgiven, I always say there's nothing to forgive. Is it good? Anyway... we were okay. And the last girl was incredibly careful with the matter. Even though I probably managed to be a dick at some point, she was rather saddened than angry, and as lovely and understanding as always.

That's a cute and funny example, right? Does that make her special? I say yes. But does it make the other two girls ordinary?

Are all our friends special in any way? Are we all special to certain people's eyes? Is the whole world special? Everyone is special for something. 

Does that make us ordinary...?

Is it worth to be special? Are we replaceable? If we aren't... would we be replaceable if our emotional wounds didn't last? If memories didn't hurt? Then, could we get rid of our loved ones' trace in our hearts and refill the place with new people? 

So... is pain what makes us special? 

Next is a picture of a heart shaped locket.

I know there is something very special inside of it. Don't you think the same? Maybe a picture of a very special person, hanging from the neck of someone who is also special. Special to someone's eyes. Bye.

I'm feeling happy.