.. i would cling to him and cry. i would show him the pictures of the life i used to have, esp the ones where i look so much younger and carefree even thoug they were taken just 2 yrs ago.

i don't think of it in terms of what would we do as friends.. i often wish he could spend a day in my world getting to see the whole picture. One hour a week is just a bad snapshot.

i'd want him to wander around and snoop, meet the few friends i have and just observe what it's like to be me. It's not a self-absorbed thing exactly, not for it's own sake anyway, more that i think it would help him help me.