will you know you are in love if you've never been loved?
because, i am confused.
is it love, when he takes my hand, my heart pounds?
is it love, when he kisses my forehead, my worries slip away?
is it love, when he cuddles me, and not a single nightmare will evade my dreams?
but which kind of love is it?
i miss my parents, as they watch me from heaven. dear mom and dad, are you seeing this? if i had a brother, will he treat me this way, and will my heart flutter? or is this another kind of love?
am i in love? is this horrible? is this a sin?
does he love me too? and again, which kind of love is it? does he kiss my forehead, because he treats me like a sister? does he take my hand, because he knows it will calm me? does he cuddles me, because he knows i get nightmares, of screams, flashes of light, and death? does he look at me, sadly, with those beautiful eyes because he knows my parents are gone? forever? or is it because of something else? something even more? does he care, because i'm a sister? or because, love, is real?
do you love me? because, i am in love with my own stepbrother.
i don't know if this is love.
maybe it's just because i've never been loved, and brotherly love, is already enough to fill the hole in my heart.