When I saw John at the airport in Los Vegas.
I was so incredibly happy to see him that I couldn’t keep all of the feelings inside.
He hugged me so tight and I just buried my face into his shoulder, trying not to cry too noticeably. Hiding from everyone else in the airport because they didn’t matter. They weren’t there.
It was just me and John. He was warm. He was real. And he was here.
My baby brother was here, safe, and the only way I could show how happy I was was through tears and holding him so tight that my arms hurt.