It just took three minutes.
Three minutes to make my day crash and burn with the essence of your smile.
You’re so far already, why must you make it harder for our arms to embrace one another.
It’s easy to lie and deceive when I can’t see your face or hear your voice.
Perhaps it’s just my sisterly love that makes me feel this way, but I doubt it.
My brother, my best friend, my only link to who I truly am.
You helped me realize that I don’t have to be bitter.
That I don’t have to be cruel.
That I can love and be loved by just saying a few kind words.
These tears that I cry, you have seen before.
These words that I write, were already coming from years before.
I saved you so many times, as you have me.
I have stood up for you as you have for me.
We stood up to the non believers, who thought we were a terrible match.
Who tried to break us apart with rumors, gossip and jealous filled gazes.
But we fought them all, and see us how we smile down at them.
My brother.
Your sarcastic ways, cynical laugh and romantic gaze.
I will not forget.
Though we have no pictures to frame from our jointed past.
I will hold the memories that we have always had.
From the time where I fell asleep in your arms.
To the time where I cried from anothers physical harm.
I’ll hold you just like I did underwater.
As we lazed in the summer sun time and time again.
You are my best friend little brother.
From then, till now, forever until we can no longer hold one another again.