I think about him every day. Last thought before I fall asleep… and first thought when I wake up. I talk to myself all day about him. Even when I’m talking to somebody else, even talking to you now. I talk to myself about him. Brian thinks I’m ill, he thinks it has to do with my father. He thinks the stress and… you know, all that. Thinks I’m having a breakdown but I’m not, there’s nothing wrong with me. Except that I love him.