Oh, right - no, that wasn't what I would say to someone, just how I think of it in my head. We don't choose people at random, after all - the people we choose are the ones who are special to us, whatever the specialnesses may be. I'm constantly bowled over by how much people love me, because I don't think of myself as anyone particularly wonderful, and yet the fact that they do assures me that - no matter how invisible it is to me - I am.

Does that make more sense?