Magical creatures

How exactly do we find the people who are the most important to us?

That family of the heart, who may, or may not be, blood.

They are the magical creatures I read about in myths and legends.

Rare creatures who fill in soul holes in such fulfilling ways, such unique ways, such beautiful ways, that it is hard to even describe them.

Sometimes it takes a while before I recognize who they are, but there are signs.

The overflowing heart. The surprising warmth. The glow that lingers long after they are out of sight.