Devon
Devon makes me smile.
He is four years younger than me but we once convinced our stylists at a barbershop that we were twins. Same last name similar first names, same height, similar eyes, they bought it.
I love him like nothing else in this world. One of our favorite things to do is set up hundreds (or if we are feeling ambitious thousands) of little tiny army men and make movies of them. He also shares with me in the joy of riding bikes and simply being outside. But, even if it was doing chores, if we were doing it together it was fun.
We didn't need words, Devon and I, a look and we could tell by each others eyes what we were about to do, how we would do it, and who we would do it to. The random clever remark and frequent Douglas Adams quotes were bonuses.
We are very different people, he and I. I call him my evil twin (this title was inspired by a TMBG song) because where I am outgoing and an aspiring leader he is fairly reserved, where I am always distracted by something new to do or learn, he patiently masters complex skills. But this is what makes him perfect, he balances me out and makes me smile.
This week is the half way point Devon has been gone one year, one more year until he comes home.
One more year until I am whole again.
He is four years younger than me but we once convinced our stylists at a barbershop that we were twins. Same last name similar first names, same height, similar eyes, they bought it.
I love him like nothing else in this world. One of our favorite things to do is set up hundreds (or if we are feeling ambitious thousands) of little tiny army men and make movies of them. He also shares with me in the joy of riding bikes and simply being outside. But, even if it was doing chores, if we were doing it together it was fun.
We didn't need words, Devon and I, a look and we could tell by each others eyes what we were about to do, how we would do it, and who we would do it to. The random clever remark and frequent Douglas Adams quotes were bonuses.
We are very different people, he and I. I call him my evil twin (this title was inspired by a TMBG song) because where I am outgoing and an aspiring leader he is fairly reserved, where I am always distracted by something new to do or learn, he patiently masters complex skills. But this is what makes him perfect, he balances me out and makes me smile.
This week is the half way point Devon has been gone one year, one more year until he comes home.
One more year until I am whole again.
posted by a.lost.boy | 7:37 AM
1 Comments:
That is the most touching story I have ever heard. I just wanted to ball my eye out after reading it.
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