Hey man, how've you been? It's been almost a decade now that we've known each other. So strange to think about. We've both grown up, and at times apart, but the fact remains that you're still the closest thing I've had to a brother, and I do what I can to treat you like family. There have been times where you give me a home, since I don't have one. You and your mom have fed me when I was hungry. I didn't need to tell you it was because I wasn't welcome at my birth home. You knew.
And you always have. You've read me so well throughout the years. It's freeing, in a way. I've never had to lie to you. Some of why is because well, I knew that you'd be there regardless of what is happening. Some of why is the fact that you'd know the truth whether or not it is what I'm saying.
I don't know if I ever told you how much it meant to me when you wrote me in boot camp. Outside of Natalie and my mom, you were the first person to do so.
I bawled like a baby. I felt like I was letting my friend down by not being there to share your good times in college. But you told me you were proud of me, and that Christmas, you treated me like it.
Then when I got to Oak Harbor, you (as well as Sher and Zab) made it a vacation. Especially when I was on the night shift, spending all my off days in your apartment.
I'm sorry we haven't stayed closer. Part of growing of, I suppose. You getting married, me moving back home and doing what I can to become an adult with a real life. But you've always made your home open to me, and I cannot wait to return that favor. You've supported me in every dream. And I cannot wait to prove you right when you believe in me.
I'm proud of you.
I hope you still are of me.
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