I've never known love, that feeling of being in love. I wouldn't even know where to begin if someone said they liked me. How would I respond? I don't know what love feels like so I wouldn't even know if I felt the same way for them, that they felt for me. The only thing I do know that might even be anywhere close to the feeling called "love" is how I feel towards my brother. Strange isn't it? To have these feelings for my brother, to know what it feels like to love your brother for more than a brother. People call this incest... but all I know it as is a painful feeling that must forever be hidden. A secret to never be told, one that will stay with me for life. One that will make me cry and cry because I know that I am never under any circumstances allowed to speak these feelings aloud. These feelings must never be aloud to surface... not ever.
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