I don’t have a brother. And I have not had a son.
But I can imagine what it must feel like to look at the woman in front of you, not knowing her thoughts. Her feelings.
Does she love him?
I can imagine what it must feel like to know that this is not something under your control. That he will be with whomever he chooses to be with.
The day I met your family for the very first time—did they know how much I had already loved you?