Some people say we look alike. Some people say we are alike. And I guess in some ways we are. Some people think we're brothers. A lot of people, actually. Sometimes our friends get jealous of the times we spend together. But really, how could I not want to spend time with you? You're a part of me, you know? And I look up to you and respect you for your strength, inside and out.
We both know you get a lot more attention than I do. People love you and I'm just the quiet one. But really, that's okay. They don't have to know that I can talk to you about anything and not with them just because I'm shy. They don't need to know about the battles I've fought or the hardships I've had when they already know about yours. It's enough that you know.
Sometimes people look at me oddly when I ask them for two ice creams, wondering who the second is for while looking right at you standing beside me. They probably wonder what a strange kid like me is going with someone like you. It's funny how they never wonder the same thing when you ask for two ice creams.
Really, I'm okay with being your shadow. I'm used to the idea. I'm no stranger to shadows, after all.
I'm okay with people not knowing that I risked everything to find you when you didn't even know my name. Or that I even existed, really.
My favorite part of the day is when I see you sitting on the beach with your feet in the water, watching the sea as it shines. I love seeing the cheesy grin on your face when I hand you some sea-salt ice cream. It makes me smile.
So really, none of that other stuff matters. All that matters is that I'm here with you. You are my other half, after all. I like being with you, because when I'm with you I'm not alone anymore. And that's all that really matters.