He was everything I could ask for in a brother. I mean everything. It not needed for me to list everything down, people would just get jealous, and I do full well what that would get me, of course, so does Seraphina. Sometimes, I wish she would visit here, find out for her own, but perhaps that is impossible. Maybe, just maybe, she's here, but she doesn't understand. I still need to believe that in some parts of the world, there are still people with pure hearts right?

Perhaps it was overprotection that I still have this type of thinking.
Perhaps it was overprotection that I'm this silly.
Perhaps it was overprotection that I still hold on to everything nice.
Perhaps it was overprotection that I still am how I'm like.
Perhaps it was overprotection that I still hold on strongly to that diminishing child in me.
Perhaps it was overprotection that I'm here blogging this.
Perhaps it was overprotection that I can smile at the smallest things people do for me.
Perhaps, it was all an illusion, one that I created to make this worlds seemed a better place, to let myself live in self-denial.

Maybe I should stop going to other people's house. Seeing the way their families work just makes me sad. Makes me think of the way mine does. The way I had to live by. The times I live on by myself, in search of something that drives me.

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