It hit me while I was in the shower this morning. About once a month I get the crazy urge to talk “that certain someone” and ask why the hell he bothers with me … you know, being my friend (even though I know he knows how I obsess over him) and dealing with my crazy mood swings (that only he can bring about). I wanna ask him that question and hear him say, “Because, I care about you.” Today is yet another fantasy day.