In the end, no matter what you do, you lose. What's the point? I would have done anything for him, but he still chose her. Granted, I didn't plan on falling for him in the first place, but no one can control that. You can't contol the weather. You can't defy gravity. You can't help but fall in love.

Sometimes I'm just too nice for my own good.

Just a facade

But I gained nothing in return. Satisfaction only gets you so far.

I love him....or did I? How do you define such an emotion?

Emotions...bah, humbug.

In the beginning, I just wanted to be his friend. I was. He loved me. Why? Because I was available. A means to an end.

What is love?

The feeling of a million sunrises? A relieving summers breeze?

Passion. Lust.

How far does love go?

How far does infactuation go?

Fondness. Obsession.

You were right when you said it was a mistake. When you said that you just used me to get to her. We are more alike than you think.

After all, everyone has that special 'someone'. Someone who you'd always long for, always love. Your best friend. Your first love. An unrequeted love. A secret crush.

I am no different.

It's just too bad that it wasn't you.

But he was always such an enigma..

There was always something about him....

...it was always just him...

...my secret 'someone'...

..who would just happened to be..

...your brother.....