There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.
•johann gottfried von herder•
If he was the light, then I was most definitely the darkness.
I just hope I wouldn't put out his flame, his excitable sparks and I hoped I wouldn't put out the twinkle in his eyes.
I hoped I wouldn't have an effect on him.
But then I did, because I wanted to be noticed, I wanted to be loved and cared for and I wanted someone wondering where I was if I suddenly disappeared.
I was selfish.
I couldn't expect anyone, let alone someone as bright as him, to do that.
But now I can see past the face so alike to my brother's, and what I saw was pure and light and carefree.
So carefree.
I hoped that maybe his sparks, his brightness, would light up my darkness and unveil something beautiful inside of me, something unseen and unknown.
I was so selfish.
I had problems, and I wished they would go away and leave me with the boy with the smile and the twinkling eyes.
I wished so hard, every day, that light would wash out my darkness.
Maybe, just maybe, he would be that light.
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