I moved in with my brother today.
He brought me a plate full of food without me even asking.
He didn't expect me to get it myself.
He brought it to me.
Just like he does his wife.
Because he cares.
And at night,
I'm finally able to drift off to sleep without fear of being plagued with overwhelming thoughts.
I feel safe here.
I feel loved.
And oh god how I missed the feeling of being loved.
