And he was the only person in the world who loved me, outside of my family. But he didn’t read books or think in the same way I did. Not that I needed to be with someone exactly like me, but sometimes I would tell Robbie something about my day or a thing that I noticed, and he would just nod or shrug without asking a question or adding to the conversation. We talked. We talked all the time. But I wanted him to say something that surprised me. Or look me deep in the eye and ask: Why? And really want to know.
