It always amaze me the things we do for love. The heights we climb to get there and the sacrifices we have to endure in the name of it. There are different kinds of love, and they can range from a long time relationship to a short time of passion and steamy sex, or the forever bond of actually sharing a blood with someone. Simon and I shared a bloodline, the same DNA, and when we were young our mother used to dress us the same way. She would usually go to town and come back with matching sweaters, matching pants and shirts hence he and I would go outside to play in matching outfits.
Being only a few years apart it looked natural for us to walk down the street matching in almost everything, I missed those days and I also missed my brother. But the question would be, where do I find him?
