You stayed the same, I evolved. You never changed. The same way we were in our teens is exactly how you remained. It’s like you haven’t developed to the next chapter. I evolved. I changed. I moved to the next chapter. I’m married, have a house and work hard. I have commitments. Do you understand?

I study ’em, people, get a glimpse of their thoughts, when I see ’em looking at all the covers of books, watch their minds turn and then it happens, like a light going on in the dark and they reach for it, hold the book in their hands, feel its texture, the weight, its shape…they might read the back first or the introduction or my favourite, the select few who turn to a random page and start reading…their eyes narrow, and I wait for the most magnificent moment of all, at least I hope for it to occur, that moment when a random stranger starts to bond with a random book, like destiny.

So much time invested into that boy. Listen to me, Jacob is a grown man, isn’t he? I have dreams, so many dreams of how I wish things to be, the more I make the effort to capture those dreams the more I seem to lose my grasp of it. I sometimes work myself up to the point of excitement and I’m free and happy and live in my own fantasy world of how my relationship can be with my one and only son and I fool myself into thinking it’s real, until the bubble gets popped and reality sets in and I’m back where I started