Crazy how the person who shattered my heart into a million pieces and sent me into a spiraling depression is the one who I call Brother. At least, now, I guess. He went from friend, to lover, to ex, to friend, to best friend, and finally to brother. And I'm hoping this time he'll stay for good.
Because I do love him. He means a lot to me, and we've seen a lot together. We've learned from each other. We pick each other up when we're down. We laugh. We cry. We've fought. And maybe I sometimes wish we were together again, but it's just me hating being single. If I had to choose between having him as a boyfriend for a short spell or having him as a brother forever, it would definitely be the latter.
I don't really know what I'd do without him. He's my voice of reason. My upper. My best friend. My better.
My brother.
Go on with bravery and love.
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