My sister is one. She has been my best friend, my confidante, my obnoxious big sister and my role model - all rolled into one. Everybody envies our relationship. (Touchwood!) It has evolved into an equal-kind-of sisters rather than an elder-younger sister relationship. We shared a room all our lives and some of my best memories of childhood I have are the late night talks we used to have. She has contributed a lot for what I am today and I know I have too! And God only knows that I truly cherish the feeling. She knows me more than anyone else.. She understands.

I came to Pittsburgh disillusioned, hurt, angry-with-the world and more importantly dejected. After a relationship that went bad, running away from home seemed like the best thing to do. I met Luke in Pittsburgh who [at that time] was the only person I knew. And he became my "self-appointed" local/legal guardian! The relationship I share with him is rather bizarre. (Btw, this is Luke's favorite word!) He is the first person I'd go to when something went wrong or when something went right! He always knows what to say to me no matter what mood I am in. we talked about everything. From our philosophical ideals to Atlas Shrugged to 10 best ways to make love! (He swears by the Wheel Barrow position!)

Luke has moved to Boston and I am married! With the distance and our hectic schedules, we don't keep in touch that often. But I know he understands.

The third person on my list is one of my favorite people. My husband! My roommate enlightened me on the concept of pre-destiny. It seems our lives are pre-destined and the people who come into our lives are also pre-destined. God (if you believe in Him) has chosen one person to be our spouse no matter how many lifetimes we live. I found it rather intriguing. Of course I don't believe fully in it. One thing is for sure, it would take a very different kind of person who could "understand" me and take me for the way I am. My husband has been all that and more. The understanding that we have is borderline spooky. He knows what I am thinking, before I think it. If I am beleaguered with a problem, he tells me precisely what part of it is bothering me the most and why. We'll start talking and say the same thing at the same time. We call it our psychic link.

I used to think that my quest for understanding was a hopeless one. I was wrong! I thought if anyone could ever understand me wholly, there would be only "one" person and it would take me a lifetime to find him or her. But I have come to realize that understanding someone is not so hard.

Lucky for me, I had three special people to make me understand!