our love is real

I was sitting in the room with my brother and all of a sudden he began to cry and say he really loved her he knew in his heart at that time there love was real and no one could tell him otherwise and I cried with him not from sympathy but from the complete understanding because although I’m the younger sister my heart had broken first years ago and its’ never been fully healed because like him I know in my heart my love for that guy is real it was never fake he may leave and start anew with another chick but he always comes back it’s not a sexual thing I know your minds want to perceive that but that’s false never have we had sex till this year before I graduated it took him four years to have this temple it wasn’t a sex thing trust me our love existed it was real it wasn’t fiction even through all the friction of the forced ups and downs he put us through it was so simple to just be happy and content with me yet his mind was confused and instead of a few years spent in my arms they were spent in hers but in those dark shadows we lurked in hiding kissing with an emotion so fierce no one could split us apart let alone attempt to our love was real and true I was doing the things she thought she was doing for you but you sought out in me sitting in class receiving your texts of I miss you never did that girls name ever come up she never existed in our world I was always the main chick all the others were sides they could never do for you what I could their love to you wasn’t as great as ours because our love is real