During a fairly recent convo, my boyfriend mentioned how I remind him of his mother during a fight, and that it wasn't in a negative way because his mother is the best person he knows.

When I thought about who mine is, my mind went blank. But as I thought more about it, for now, I've decided that maybe it's not necessarily narcissistic to say that the best person in my life would be myself because I'm made up of the best bits and pieces of everyone in my life. And even with the trauma that was passed onto me by, say my mother,  those seemingly bad bits were only their best given the situation... so it's still the best, you know? 

Did that make sense? I don't know. It did in my head a few hours ago, at least.