he could talk to her about how he had woken up feeling sick and tired , about how his father made him flatten a hill every day before visiting his friends , about how his mother cooked him up mountains of meals which he couldnt finish alone , about the plans he had schemed for the day , about the songs he enjoyed , about his best-loved movies and series and sport ( which was football , without doubt ) , about some brainless stuff that his annoying sisters did on that particular day , about his voiceless and seemingly-lost neighbors , about the books he had took pleasure in reading , about the bible and weatherbut never about how he was yearning for her , feeling sharply the absence of her presence day and night , dreaming about her on companionless nights , and loving her to the very core in a manner that he had not ever fallen for anyone .