So maybe...

As we sat in front of Guitar Hero II munching on our individually packaged corn dogs and laughing about the time we decided to test the flammability of Kroger brand potato chips, I realized something.

This kid means way more to me than I am willing to admit.

I seriously don’t think I would be able to survive if anything ever happened to him, and I don’t want to find out.

All I know is that when I walked into that room after not seeing him for two and a half weeks, his eyes lit up and he gave me the tightest, warmest, biggest hug I’ve ever gotten. It makes me think that maybe I mean more to him than just someone to tide over a boring afternoon with. It was one of those moments that seemed so small, but meant so much. It was one of those things I'll never forget as long as I live.

Maybe he feels the same connection.

Maybe he is just the best person I have ever met.

And maybe I don’t want to meet anyone else.

Because maybe this kid is my life.

And maybe he is my best friend.

My best somebody to lean on.

My best…everything.

Not maybe.

For sure.