I think of him and I know that what I feel is not something that will ever be able to be expressed. He is too much for me…too smart, too thoughtful, too funny. The spontaneity that I use to live my life is not something that he will ever be able to relate to. Not because he is less than me or I am less than him, but because my world is not a place for someone as normal as that. My world is a crazy place…it consists of moments that occur with no rhyme or reason and definitely almost with no thought.