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Ciudad de México, CDMX, México on the 10th of November, 1991, at 12:31pm

By Ximena V

It is the date of birth of MY PERSON, the one who calls to talk about everything, he was by my side through the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, and the rollercoaster ride of life.
He was my boyfriend since high school to college, he was my best friend through the time, the one who made my happiest days in my life.

He passed away in February this year in a horrible accident, I decide to make the map of his birth because I need to remember him, the meaning of being someone’s person, like a promise.

- You’re my person. And on that day you realize that no bond compares to the one we have, I will be your person when you come back. No matter how many years pass or the harsh words that are exchanged, you’re my person. I will welcome you back with open arms and a warm smile.
Friends come and go, but your person is supposed to stay by your side through thick and thin. Being someone’s person is not just something you say, it is something you promise. You promise to always support them, love them, and be their person until the end of time. Hold on to your person for as long as possible.

We’re friends, real friends. And that means, no matter how long it takes, when you finally do decide to look back in afterlife, I’ll still be here. I’m your person.-