Before you, I never knew that I could be simultaneously hurt by someone’s absence—and happier because of it.
Things hurt because we’re human.
The same things keep hurting because we let them.
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 he has introduced to 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 you for the very first time—did you know how much I had already loved him?