The fantasies aren't about you anymore... They've reverted to what they were for two years. Two years of being completely enamored and it's all swept away in a few weeks of overly friendliness with a new friend... She's in love with him... more or less. And I can't say anything... not without ruining this new support we've built. He doesn't talk to me like he does to her... but still she lays the primary claim. And when I assert myself, I'm shot down. I miss his mud-pond eyes and sexy sense of humor. I just miss... him. And I don't know what to do. She's going to divulge everything to him at our instruction, and the idea that her feelings will be returned sicken me. The thought of them together... it's worse than it was three and four years ago at the thought of the... others. Is it because I care more? Or am I just mad? I don't know anymore, but it's driving me insane.