That's how I meet a lot of people of my past in my life now. The way I met a few of friends, my best friend, also people from the clinic and family again.
Then you random ask them or they ask you how you are and how life's going. Then, you as a borderliner might tend to overshare about your life...
Then they appreciate your open heart and mind, your pure (but little broken) soul, your value system of life and just the funny and living, little chaotic and cute person you might be. They write you often, want to know who you are, how you are, more about your life with mental illness. They really admire you, if you cry or laugh in front of them, they don't care. They just see a strong fighter, standing through everyday and are always there, because they know you, with your huge heart are also always there, no matter if it is 
3 AM in the morning or 3 PM in the afternoon. It really doesn't matter. 

They go through hell with you if they must, burning and bleeding for you, until they maybe fall in love with you. You as the whole damn complete package.

Am I the only one who has this intensive thing or life? Would be great if not, because I'm pretty overwhelmed with it. But on the other side: Never was happier before.