When I was a kid, I used to hate playing chess with my bro
Coz I always lose to him. (Gosh I have a highly competitive personality!)
Instead what interested me most was how to punish him for winning over me afterwards.
(Yeah I’m such a bully. But in my defense,he set up some end game from the chess manual and I never bother to check.)
As we grew up, we both know that we are different from my sis.
We are isolated, loner, not good with people, and pretty much keep everything to ourselves.
Not until many years later one night we stayed in the same room and talked before bed
that I realized that this had haunted him so heavily.
Over the years I have accepted my difference and have no intention to change so that I can be with everybody.
Yet my bro he had felt so lost and so desperate to fit in.
And from how I see it now, he almost succeeds in it.
Even though we have taken separate paths,we are still who we are.
We act like we don’t care but we are at each other’s side.
(Well when he has something emotionally important he’ll call.)
It feels assured to have someone who knows you so well that you don’t even need to explain a thing.
Hell he even realizes my French major dream with a fake student card,
which according to him has to remain between us.
I cannot thank the universe enough to give me such a brilliant bro
and I’m always ready to listen to your love stories which honestly are not boring at all.