Always, no matter what. I want him to know that I’m here for him and trust him to be there for me, because I choose him. Shit. Fuck. Damn. I do. I choose him. For the first time, I’m choosing something for me, not as an escape from something else like I did with the military, not like racing for my dad, even if I can’t tell him that now. But Brody? I’m choosing him . . . for myself, which makes us feel that much more important.
