Okay, step aside, Ian. You can't tell this story well. You're too hurt, too cynical to show a picture of how beautifully you love a person.
This is Ian's sister, Kat. And I'm taking over.
Okay, Ian is just hurt, too hurt in fact to connect with you, reader. But hey, you've got me. W'\ve got to allow him enough time to cry in the corner and tend to his wounds.
Ian and I were raised "to love as much as we can, and give our hearts fully."
Ian loved fully, sincerely, and without reservation or condition. It all started with that girl Sophia.
My brother used to be some nerd who could not even compliment a girl.
"Ian, don't you think Sophia is beautiful?" the girl's friends would ask my brother.
"I have no idea." He would usually blurt our short replies, showing just how uninterested he is for any conversation. My brother is a storehouse of contradictions. Sometimes he is loud. Sometimes, he can be very silent. At times, he could be more compassionate than a missionary. Sometimes, (fortunately very seldom) he turns into a big insensitive jerkface. I should know. I am his sister.
Ian could be very shy. Yet often he is very confident, agressive, overambitious. He is humble at times, and proud in many cases. But this guy is very kindhearted. He is a well-intentioned person who's had his own share of disappointments, but has never given up on people. He'd rather give up on himself, that let go of the people who matter to him.
He is never vain, though often insecure. He can be trusted on, but he is one big pot of paranoia.
How do i define this person then? Ian is peculiar, I should say. But he's good peculiar.
Now we've gotten a real start for playing Ian's tune. Shall we dance?
