I missed the old him, the boy I could talk with for hours on end about absolutely nothing. I missed the old him, the boy I could tease and joke and mess with, without fear of him taking me seriously or being offended. I missed the old him, the boy whose friendship meant so much to me and whose company warmed me from my toes. His intelligence, quick wit, and charmingly immature humour were still there, of course - I believe it'd take nothing short of a true, honest-to-God tragedy to steal that from him - but he was different, and I missed the old him.
