Lyram

Talk about my sister... What can I say... Let's start by, I love her, deeply. The kind of special love only between brother and sister, the love of I could give her kidney but not the last slice of cake. The love of, I would do anything for her and be there foreveur, I watch on her. The love of, she annoys me more than anyone but I love her smore than anything in the world. Even if she think the opposite...

To her, I’m just the one who abandoned her at the castle and fled. Only I prefer that she hates me with all her being than to make her live a life of misery in the street, the danger, where she will not eat to her hunger, would be dirty, in the cold and the wind. I would have returned, when my life would have allowed me, I think of her every day and of what I could have done differently to take her with me.

As surprising as it may seem, I sincerely appreciate the presence of this woman. Her lack of emotion calms the flow of mine. I feel free to speak in her company, without being judged.

I have the impression that we understand each other in a certain way. We also complement each other, she soothes my emotions and I feel for her. She is a complex woman who I likes to discover at every moment, enjoying the calm she brings me. I must admit that I would potentially like the possibility of not being forever considered only as a friend.

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