As months went by, I accepted him as my brother.
No, wrong. Definitely wrong.
His cute little gestures.
His comedy stories.
His bunny smile.
His pinkish cheeks.
His soft looking lips.
His chocolate brown eyes.
His angelic voice.
His caring nature.
His meaningful intentions.
I had fallen in love with him and I found no escape.
I crossed the border and there was no protection for me.
