Seeing Blind

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   We were friends of friends. Kids grew in the same street. Classmates and sitmates.

You were always my partner. You were my tutor. You were my instructor. You were a good friend.

Every time I got bad days, you always try to make it well. Every time I forgot to eat you were faster than an alarm clock on reminding me not to skip meals.

You see, you were everything I wanted.

But then she came. She took you away from me. Faster than I could stand and grab you.

I was confident you wouldn't go with her.

I was sure that our feelings were mutual as equal.

I was sure what you are showing and what I am seeing from you back then are signals that you love me.

Like I Love You.

But then I realized. My eyes only chose the things I wanted to see.

My eyes ignored the scenarios that showed a brotherly love.

My eyes betrayed me.

So I closed my eyes.

And before I could stop myself from opening it, I saw it. Hands holding tight right in front of my very eyes. I saw you smile, a very different one indeed.

You never gave me that smile. You never showed me your most beautiful smile.

You said five words. Words that will always remain as a reminder that I was betrayed by myself.

"This is Ellah, my girlfriend."

The unfamiliar name sounds horrible.
I don't like how your lips move while saying that name.

I don like that name.

And yet, that name was lucky enough to have the chance to portray that one role I always dreamed of.

Maybe my eyes wasn't at fault.

Maybe it was me.

I was greedy. I wanted you all for myself. I grew with you.

Can you blame me if I'd wish to  grow old and die with you?

I can't stop myself from depending too much on you.

I was selfish. I wanted more. I wanted all the you for myself alone.

I wanted you to see me too. I wanted you to love me more.

More than just a twin sister.

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