I think it’s really just the idea of change that gets me. I mean - surely, things must have changed as I was growing up, but I wouldn’t be able to tell you when or how many times it’s happened.

[ He feels like the same child in a bigger body. That’s all. ]

I always told myself I would die without him, but… how many days has it been since I’ve seen him? I’m… still here.

… I’m sorry if you’re lonely here without her, but… if you don’t mind, we can talk again about things. [ This would be his way of asking to be friends if he ever realized he wanted them. ] Hopefully that’ll… help. Some.