I don't know why he did the things he did but I loved him all the same.

He would stand, half-, in all his glory in the middle of the bedroom with his head cocked to one side as if he was confused. His eyes would squint almost shut. 
I would find him, at 2 or 3AM , with his favorite ball, sitting in the corridor with his back on one wall and playing catch with the other wall and I would just lean on the door post and wonder "What the hell is he doing at 3 AM playing with a ball?"
Sometimes I would find him laying cross-legged on his back on the dining room table just staring at the ceiling. There were other things and whenever I saw him doing something strange, I would leave him alone.
But then, he said something that made me re-think my leaving him alone.

"Don't you love me anymore?"