They’re the ones we say affected us in some cosmic, catalytic way. They were the little miracles that proved to us holding out hope was worth it. They unfolded the way we dreamt they would when we were kids. The closer we became and the more we were acquainted with the ways they didn’t quite frame the picture we had in our minds, the more compulsively we learned to live with their flaws. Better than having to live without them at all.