Post by Ren Satoshi on May 20, 2013 2:11:49 GMT -5
Small children we were, like staring into a mirror we would stare at each other, no need to speak or breathe a whisper to anyone else for our thoughts to be known to each other. Ever since we were small, we would join hands and move through the world together. We wore the same clothes, the same glasses, the same colors, the same expressions, and spoke in the same intonation. No one could ever tell us apart, although I was always the weak one. You were strong. Nothing ever hurt you!
Do you remember when we were 4? Walking at mom and dad's feet, hand in hand, staring at the cherry blossom trees on our property with wide and wonder struck black eyes. Already, little girls are taking notice of our beauty and mom seems apt to dress us like tiny prince's for kicks.
I loved that costume. It made me feel beautiful.
Do you remember, as we grew, how people always wanted to stare at us? They would go on and on about how beautiful we were. But, all I knew was how beautiful you were and still are. I never saw it in myself, but I thought you were always the beautiful one.
I also remember what happened when I lost you for the first time.
I couldn't find you anywhere on the campus of school and I was running everywhere, sobbing hysterically, and no one could figure out it was me. I felt like I didn't matter without you. I sat there and wailed until I saw you running to me, the wind brushing your black locks from your perfect skin...and you were calling my name in the same desperation that I felt in my sobs. I called your name once before you threw your arms around me and whispered so sweetly in my ear that you would never leave me again, that you loved me, and I swear, the little girls around us squealed in awe.
That was the beginning of it.
Our conversations turned from whispers to brazen declalrations of love, we would gaze at each other with such love and such admiration. We would hold each other as close as a lover, breathing in the essense of the other as if it would breathe life into our own flame. I would fall into your arms whenever the world got too cruel for me and you kissed my lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You would kiss my tears away, and you would beg me so pleadingly to come to you, let you hold me, you would tease me about the sounds I made in wanting and it made me blush. You daringly called it your own.
I was your own.
People began to wonder if we were always so passionate about each other. The truth is, we were.
We are.
You are half of my heart, I am half of yours. We still walk in unison, we still flick our hair out of our eyes, our magic together, is unstoppable. And when you hold me at night, all I can do is lean into your frame and nestle into your neck like I always have. No one can ever seperate us. You're my love, my life, my soul.
My brother.
My brother that kissed my lips in front of a crowd of muggle girls in Tokyo just to hear them scream in joy, my brother who cradled me against his chest and protected me from everything, my brother who shared my bed during the night because we could not seperate.
I love you, Takumi. Sometimes so much more than I should.
Do you remember when we were 4? Walking at mom and dad's feet, hand in hand, staring at the cherry blossom trees on our property with wide and wonder struck black eyes. Already, little girls are taking notice of our beauty and mom seems apt to dress us like tiny prince's for kicks.
I loved that costume. It made me feel beautiful.
Do you remember, as we grew, how people always wanted to stare at us? They would go on and on about how beautiful we were. But, all I knew was how beautiful you were and still are. I never saw it in myself, but I thought you were always the beautiful one.
I also remember what happened when I lost you for the first time.
I couldn't find you anywhere on the campus of school and I was running everywhere, sobbing hysterically, and no one could figure out it was me. I felt like I didn't matter without you. I sat there and wailed until I saw you running to me, the wind brushing your black locks from your perfect skin...and you were calling my name in the same desperation that I felt in my sobs. I called your name once before you threw your arms around me and whispered so sweetly in my ear that you would never leave me again, that you loved me, and I swear, the little girls around us squealed in awe.
That was the beginning of it.
Our conversations turned from whispers to brazen declalrations of love, we would gaze at each other with such love and such admiration. We would hold each other as close as a lover, breathing in the essense of the other as if it would breathe life into our own flame. I would fall into your arms whenever the world got too cruel for me and you kissed my lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You would kiss my tears away, and you would beg me so pleadingly to come to you, let you hold me, you would tease me about the sounds I made in wanting and it made me blush. You daringly called it your own.
I was your own.
People began to wonder if we were always so passionate about each other. The truth is, we were.
We are.
You are half of my heart, I am half of yours. We still walk in unison, we still flick our hair out of our eyes, our magic together, is unstoppable. And when you hold me at night, all I can do is lean into your frame and nestle into your neck like I always have. No one can ever seperate us. You're my love, my life, my soul.
My brother.
My brother that kissed my lips in front of a crowd of muggle girls in Tokyo just to hear them scream in joy, my brother who cradled me against his chest and protected me from everything, my brother who shared my bed during the night because we could not seperate.
I love you, Takumi. Sometimes so much more than I should.