I saw you sleeping, and I wanted to speak so many things, but I just smiled because you gave me the kind of feeling that makes room inside of you. Like my heart knew that one day you would belong there, just like your mother. My biggest fear was that you wouldn't love me. That I wouldn't be the one you'd want to always take care of you. One of the things I'm most thankful for is the fact that you do. And that I have taken care of you in any way I knew how. I miss your tiny cold feet. Every morning I'd wake up to your mother, happy that she was still sleep because I got to get you the first drink of your day, and I got to watch her sleep a little longer. She used to send me videos of you dancing. I would always mute the sound because the quiet left room for my thoughts, and I didn't want to remember a song. I wanted to remember that space made just for you. I still take walks like we did, and of course I want to pick every flower I see because without them the walks would end to soon. But I don't pick them because every flower belongs to you. You made me believe in things. I never believed I'd meet anyone as beautiful as your mother. You made me believe in love while in love. You even made me believe in fairies, which you believed in most. I believe in anything you believe in. I don't know if it's God, or if it's fate, or if it has anything to do with anything other than I simply love you both, but it can't be a coincidence that my heart is tied to strings, and these strings are tied to every step you take, and the further you get from me, the more it hurts. You hold so much in your little fingers. I'd do anything to dance to, and like, a day to (that ill always) remember. I'd do anything for you to rest your head in my arms again while we talked the whole way home, or at times you'd be so silent and fast asleep and maybe I didn't need two arms to hold you up, but I did need two arms to hold you. I'd stay awake a million night shifts to see you sleep and wake up to your mother moving my hair from my face to plant her kiss in the perfect place, and you in front of me. I guess you could tell that I hated to sleep alone, or maybe you did too. I could write for weeks about you. Even if I'm not writing, I always am in my heart, for both of you. Every step I take I picture the two sets of feet on either side of me that ill never forget. How your legs would swing like walking was your favorite thing to do and nothing could make you happier. And especially when counting to three with your arms to the clouds was all it took for you to fly, and sweetheart, If you're flying, then me and your mother were flying too, because we held a hand on either side of you. Your eyes closed and cheeks pillared by the widest smiles, I knew you were destined for bigger things than the restriction of gravity allows. I will always be your wings, and nothing, not even gravity, will keep you from flying when I'm with you. I miss everything about you and her. How she couldn't leave the tips of her feet when she'd jump for me to catch her and how you did the same when you wanted up. There's nothing better than when I'd hold you both and in return,  you'd hold me tighter. I love you. I have already loved you forever, because this will never stop. I always wake in the night hoping you couldn't sleep, and decided next to me was the safest place to lay your head. Sweet dreams, Brook. I'm yurning for the day I hear your voice again.