Speaking from a girl’s perspective, your first and only true love is your father. But what if life happens and he wasn’t really there. Is there a void that needed to be filled so I would have daddy Issues till I’m say, thirty-five? Would I be looking for dad in every man I meet? Would I be missing him?

I think not. I think my first love was my brothers. My memory of my childhood is purely nostalgic. I remember the first time I learned to ride a bike, the first time I climbed a tree, or when I went to the river. With boys it’s adventurous. I missed them so much when I went to boarding school.

My bros have always been there, even when they were not. And I used to cry even at a big age when Sam dropped me off at school back in high school. At that big age! I (I know) I remember the kind of excitement I got from seeing him every time during closing days outside the gate, waiting for me.

My classmates back then fancied me. I didn’t see why they made such a big deal about how my brother always showed up for me, and how they said he loved me. I see it now. Love is hidden beneath. Beneath masculinity, in tiny little acts of kindness, love is always showing up for the people you love.

Martin has always been the more tactical one. More calculated moves. Always keen on perfection, always putting the world on his shoulder, us on his shoulder. Life does that to you when you are a first child, I guess. He is aggressive about his goals, health, and personal growth. I love that for him. But beneath all those layers of agility. There is this intelligent, loving, and friendly person. I forget at times that he is my brother. I see him as more of a friend. I don’t even need to even question his love for me.

See that’s what love is all about , you never need to question. It’s human nature to look for love in materialistic ways rather than what’s in the heart. When the heart speaks, you listen. The heart never lies. Love never lies.

~ THE END
ps;

My family has the weirdest ways of showing affection. Someone will drop dead before telling you they love you. If you were not raised in those tough love kinds of homes please humor me for now! For a long time I wanted or needed to be babied by my family(I mean I am the last born) in a way, I developed a void in me. But part of growing up means you need to know what ways people express themselves. Some actually do not know how to verbalize their emotions. Which is okay. It’s just how you perceive the world that matters. How empathetic are you to yourself and others? How much time do you take in stabilizing your subconscious considering that only ten percent of our brains are active?