Theres so much love in this sentence and all the words in the world wont make it properly seen. My little brother was singing today. He always plays his guitar in my room, always practices songs in my room, and only when im there to listen. Not that he asks me to listen he just slams the door open and throws the stuff off my chair and then sits down and starts playing. But today he started singing next to the sound of his guitar, and its such a funny thing that he doesn’t ever do this anywhere else. He has to do it with me in the room. He has to play the songs while knowing that im listening. If i ever get up and leave he stops playing until i come back. He sang today. My little brother was singing today. I love him so much and i know he must love me back. Why else would he play those songs, with the occasional glance to make sure that im mildly impressed?