so today i found out my brother tattooed my name on him and i cried, not because it was cute, not bc it was special, although it is both of those things, i cried because i didn't know he loved me that much. we've went months, years without talking, then i realized he had his own life and had been busy, does that make an excuse, no, but i understand, and he's not the best person in the world, he's far from it, but he's been through so much and im proud of the path he was taking for a bit, though he's made horrible mistakes since then