My brother, he knows you.

And from what he tells me, you're more like me than anyone could imagine. I know you're perfect for me. I've admitted it incessant times, but it can never be. It just can't. So, I keep lying to myself, telling myself that you're off to college soon, that you'll play lacrosse at some big shot university, that you'll find the perfect girls of your dreams, that you'll go fight for our country, that you'll have cute children, that you'll kiss her like there's no tomorrow, that you'll be happy forever and after. Yet, I can envision myself with you so flawlessly. You're the missing piece to the jigsaw of my heart, but I'm stupid, and I won't admit it. I just won't because I know you're close to impossible.