No one knows me the way she does, no one has ever even cared to get to know me the way Tessa does. She always asks the most intrusive and random questions: “What are you thinking?” “Why do you like that show?” “What do you think that man across the room is thinking right now?” “What is your first memory?” I always acted as if her need to know everything was obnoxious, but really it made me feel… special… or like someone cared about me enough to want to know the answers to these ridiculous questions.
