i try to reach back and remember what i love about rob-what i loved about him-but all i get is a random collection of images in no particular order : rob passing out on kent 's couch , grabbing my arm and accusing me of cheating ; rob laying his head on my shoulder in his basement , whispering that he wants to fall asleep next to me ; rob turning his back on me in sixth grade ; rob holding up his hand and saying , five minutes ; rob taking my hand for the first time ever when we were walking through the hall , a feeling of pride and strength going through me .