For a long time i thought he could never hurt, for what we had was unbreakable but i was wrong. The shattered pieces of my heart fell to the ground each time he looked at me , yet i couldnt help but deny that with every broken piece was slightly mended by the gentle touch of his brother.
I couldnt deny it any longer the secret glances we shared where no longer a secret, the shy touches when no one was looking. My jealously showed in plain sight for the world to see. And through all the offers from beautiful women he only had eyes for me. Was it wrong for me to jealous after searching so hard and so long for something that was gone for ever, and realising for the first time the one thing i want the most was right infront of me all along.
We weren't perfect, we had out faults. I couldn't change him and he couldn't change me. But somehow those faults is what made us perfect.