I got inked again. Dylan helped me choose font/sizes. I thought that was fit since one of the dates was going to be his mom’s birthday.

I think the biggest loss in my life was losing my Auntie Q. Robert’s death is right up there too, but she wasn’t only my aunt. She was my… chosen mother. I remember being younger and begging for her to adopt me. I think life would have panned out terribly differently had she been a part of it all.

I miss her more than I’d miss my right hand if I lost it.

That’s why Dylan and I will always have this unspoken bond between us. Apart from growing up together playing in cardboard boxes, we were both around the same age when we lost her. Not only this but- he’s lost a mother, and I’ve lost a father. We will always be chained to each other at the heart no matter how we drift. I will not have any connection with anyone else in my family like I do with Dylan. Not to say that my other family bonds aren’t as worthy, just to say that the bond I share with Dylan is unique in the simple beat of it- in the way that it breathes.

Many people see Dylan as this laid-back calm stoney teenage boy. I know the stitches under though. I know that the chewed up cuticles behind his nails are signs of his inner anxiety thrashing. I know that although he doesn’t say much about his mother, he cries on the inside every day and every night she isn’t there to put him to bed. I know that even though he can be a total big brother ass to Chlo and Kaela, he really subconsciously protects them with all of his might. He’s really soft on the inside. He’s scared, patient, calm, loving, and nervous. Don’t get me wrong- he can also exercise signs of absolute teenage boy dickness syndrome, but I try to point this out to him when I see the rise.

He will come back and I will still relate most to him. I have plenty to teach his hormonally thriving soul, and his calm nurture has plenty to teach my anxiety driven mind as well.

Love you D-bear.