He celebrates me

Wait are you kidding me, its 2:15 am? Holy...jk. I stay up till at least 3 every night. Bad idea.

But anyway, I cant sleep...so I thought Id write. About the one person who knows me best. He knows my face without a trace of make up. He knows exactly what is required to make me double over in laughter. He knows my silly fears and insecurities. He knows my dreams, of course, too. He knows that I can be ridiculously lazy. He knows that I can be annoying, immature, dramatic etc. And he knows every straight up stupid decision I have ever made in my life. He knew me as a child and he knows me still.

And he is one of few people in this world that  really knows how to make me feel beautiful.

 Those are only a few of the millions of things he knows about me. I am a complex person, just like anyone else. But he has loved me enough to discover every tiny detail about me. And he has loved me enough to accept all of it. Heck, even embrace and celebrate all of it. There arent many things that can be found as great as the joy in feeling loved unconditionally for everything that you are.



Going to sleep grateful as ever for my brother, Connor.

Goodnight. Xoxo