Enaïa

I fought for her and she fought for me. She is the person I am closest to, she probably even knows me better than myself.

I admire her temper, they broke her, more than me but she keeps this positive attitude and generosity, I do not know how she does it.

He is my cousin, I love him, he is the quiet force, always watching from a distance.

He has always been distant, our "training" did not help him to improve, he gives himself the appearance of a rock but he protects himself to hide that he is broken, I see myself in him.

We come from the same uterus, end, die. Asshole.

He irritates me strongly sometimes, it amuses him, old man.

However, he is the man of my life, gave me hope and the desire to continue living, our history was more than tumultuous. But I am proud of our journey and I want to end my days with him, he is the love of my life, the first and the last. Forever.

I consider him a brother, well, I had no choice, he caught me and brooded me as such.

It is one of my landmarks and I know that I rely a lot on him, I do not want to be a burden for him... I really like it even if I do not always have the best behavior. I hope he knows he can count on me as I count on him...