There is someone who is very dear to me. Who lives his life the way he want, and happily so. I have known him all my live, yet I do not. He could be anything he want, and he become the best of himself.
He is very humble, although he does not appear so. He often help others, but he does not want to be acknowledged. A very private person. Rarely even tell people things, feelings, or even events. He kept his secrets deep within him, and others secrets too.
He is known by all, but not really. I doubt that anyone truly knows him.
If seventeen years of living with him has taught me anything, it is that he hates it when there is a limit. He hate to feel confined. Trapped. It is one of the reason why he rarely play by any rules. A rebel. Always have been that way.
Oh, how we were always caned when we were little. Even then, he never really heed people's warning and advise. Which is one of the reason he is the person he is today. Someone independent. Who do not need much help to gain anything.
Both of us, we are not much of a talker. We have different personality for different people. I picked it off of his habits. You see, we have these gift. We are not much of a talker, but we can have our way with words. It is how we got so lucky and liked this far in life. We have everything we need, we wish hard for things to happen and work even harder to make it happen. One thing is for sure though, he never really put his heart on his sleeve. As do I. Some things I just picked it off of his behaviour. It is how we are very much alike. He never really gave his all into something too. Mainly to avoid heartbreak.
My dear, he could be something much more. He have that potential in himself. Maybe, maybe it was not yet the time for him to unleash his full potential, but I surely hope it is soon.
He used to be a model student. Top scorer. Not anymore, though. I guess that is not something that he wants. Maybe that is just something he did for show. Not for himself. He have many responsibility resting upon his shoulders now. So, he really have to get his priorities set.
I have many hopes for him. For him to become a much better person than he is today. To be a much better servant of the Almighty. To become a much more obedient and responsible son. A much caring and expressive person. I surely hope we can get to know each other better. To know that he trust me enough with his feelings or secrets. With his fear or passion.
There are not much that I can say about him. As sad as it is, I have to admit that I do not know much about him. I just know that he is a good person, though the evident are not that supportive. Still, there never were any evident to say he is a bad person, so I guess it is safe to say he is a good person.
Time flies so fast. Only yesterday that we were bantering, crying and taunting each other, caned and swimming together, running and playing and getting hurt together. Now, he is past his teenage years, and I am on the end of my teen years. Happy birthday, dear brother.
// 7 January 2017, Saturday
// Inspiration; The knight I could always trust.
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He, She.
Short Story"I saw them both today. They do, too. They saw me with their eyes. I, with a saw. I saw them both today. Her, on that beautiful face. Him, on his treacherous throat. It was hard sawing through their skins. They have thick skin." ...
