“Man, your sister’s cute”…..
At that moment, my friends, just family, related me to the girl I’d been in love with for as long as I could remember. I got annoyed that he thought of her like that, so I replied without thinking.
Ewww, man, she’s so weird. She’s far from cute; let’s change the subject, man.
But I couldn’t ever let them know my true feelings…
She’s not my sister. I grew up with her in a different house on the same street. We’re close friends. Her mum and mine were friends from the day, so she’s everywhere I go. She’s annoying sometimes, but I have to keep her close…I mean safe. That’s what Mum always says. She’s stuck to me. It’s always been this way. I didn’t know when I saw her differently, but everything has changed.
Like how I get bothered when she gets mad when someone teases her; I’m only allowed to see when she scrunches her nose and gets angry at me. I started only doing things just to see her reaction. For me, her attention meant everything. I adored every emotion she gave me.
Because it was out of love, but she never knew it, and I liked it that way. I enjoy it when I sing the lyrics wrong on her favourite Tay Swift song—the song that goes…
“And my daddy said, “Stay away from Juliet.”
And I was crying on the staircase…
