Brother has been sort of withdrawn lately. I asked him earlier today how Special Friend was, and he just sort of answered despondently. He's been hibernating in his room for the most part, coming out to check his email, eat dinner, and go outside to smoke...whatever. (I'm not judging, and I'm not hating.)
It wasn't until later this evening that being the mental giant I am, put two and two together and figured out that Special Friend broke things off. Apparently, Brother liked her more than I thought, and what he previously alluded to. He's kind of secretive about how he feels.
It makes me sad to see him sad. He's like me in the respect that once we give our heart, we give our whole heart. And when that heart breaks, it breaks twice as hard. Mom always said that Brother was the tender-hearted one of the family, and she is right. For all his goofiness, crudeness, and shy nature, he is probably one of the most loving people I know.
It never helps to tell someone that they can do much better after they've been rejected. That while things didn't work out this time, they will down the road. That they deserve more. Or whatever sunshine you try to blow up their butt to make them feel better. No, such things have to learned on your own, in your own time.
Meanwhile, Not-So-Special Friend better not come around here anytime soon. I'll punch her in the face.