A/N: Lightness, Fluffiness.
And we are alike in many ways, but different in others. That was what I was drawn to. See I'm not a bloody narcissist, leave that for the Malfoy's. But I must love myself in some ways, if that's exactly what I see in him.
Despite all myth about twins, I can't read my other half's mind. See what I did? Other half. We were made to do the same, be the same, but there is and shall be a difference. I sometimes find it sad that it's myself I long to see in him. But we were made to be the others perfect puzzle piece. Completing.
I watch him, he's my twin, we do all together. But I watch and think, 'I scratch my nose with my thumb like that too.' And then I'm surged with this less than uncanny desire. I know it's not wrong but my twin... well what DOES he know? Do his thoughts perhaps tread the very path mine so often do? It's hard to know.
And what will I ever know but what he tells me? (For I don't trust my eyes- not with the imaginative brain they're connected to).
So it seems that's all I have, all I'll ever have. My brain and myself. Only this view of things is slightly distorted from my own and it's reverberating, anew, fresh. I feel like I finally have sufficient guesswork. Only this brain is hardest to crack.
And I know why.
He has my hair, my smile, my face. But he stole my heart so I have nothing to offer him. What with so many likelinesses it's easier to see the difference. He has two hearts and I have none. Waiting for him to give back my own, and possibly keep half to replace with his.
For we are two halves of a whole. Never one without the other. Two birds of a feather, greatest minds so alike.
It's certain we see eye to eye. How could we not? I look in the mirror but I don't know the person looking back. All I need for that is my twin. I alone know his worrisome tones of desperation. Only I have ever seen his fears. Free to be himself with me, because I am him, so it's he alone. Pure and bare and naked just for me to fathom and plumb at his heartthrobs.
Maybe he doesn't suspect for what would it matter. He couldn't even withhold the possibility, or could he? I can. I speak like we're separate, but we are so very equal. It doesn't seem likely to split us up.
See? There is already an us, without the romance and love. Well, who needs romance. There already IS love. I just need more- crave more. But its always been us, always have, always will. For greater or good. Sickness or health. Whether we like it or not. And not the latter. Never the latter.
I am he and he is me. See? We're already halfway there. Hm. I just need him to bridge the halfway distance, because he IS the distance. Always been the half.
Get it?
Its not Fred and George.
We're connected, see?
Its Forge and Gred.