In two days is my brothers one year. God damn I’ve waited so long for this moment and I’m so happy I can finally breathe and feel safe. I’m so happy I never have to go another day or night worry about what might happen. If he’s gonna come home. If he’s gonna be fucked up. What If he was robbed. What if he was beat up. These thoughts will never reach my brain again and it has literally taken a burden the size of the earth of my shoulders. I can’t even express how happy I feel the only thing I want to do is squeeze him. I never thought this day would come and it did and I thank god for that. He really made it. He finally fucking did it. I’m so proud to call a man like him my brother. His strength is greater than mine but I have hope that I can learn from him. One year ago I never thought we would have made it this far. I never thought he would have made it. But he proved my ass wrong and I’m glad he did. He has finally returned to the old brother I used to know and love and it brings tears to my eyes honestly. I never wanted anything more than my brother to return to me and now he finally did. In a new and improved way. His smile can still light up a room and his jokes can still make me piss my pants. So to the new year, to my new brother, and to 2013 to hopefully bringing me nothing but blessings. Happy one year bro, you fucking did it. I love you.