My brother picks the girls to love very well.
For a first love, he had Sophia.
Sophia was this cute girl of not much height to flaunt. She was very sober, very calm. She had brains to spare, but not too much to overshadow my brothers big lobes. Though she had occasional swings of "taray" against my brother, she was very much a good pick. No. An extraordinary pick in fact. My brother would not have gone mad over her for years, had it been otherwise.
So, that's Sophia.
I sneaked into my brother's room one night.
"Hai... that girl is driving me head over heels." My brother was talking to himself in such a way that would make one think that he's gone nuts. Of course, that is love- that gush of hormones which makes you feel like foating high in the sky.
"Bro, you okay?"
"Don't you even know how to knock, Kat?" He shouted at me the way a younger brother would.
"I don't bro." I threw back at him with a laugh. "Anyway, it seems you are too busy dreaming while you are clearly wide awake. Something you should tell me?"
"I should tell you what?"
"I dunno, bro. You tell me."
"I won't. I can't."
"Okay..." I told him before getting hold of the knob. Okay, bro, I guess I should be sleeping by now. Good night."
"Good night."
"Wait, let me kiss you good night on the cheek first." I told him, wanting my little brother's attention.
"Tsk. Fine." I pinched his cheek and gave Ian a quick smooch.
The following day, when my brother was out for school, I decided to sneak into his room again, and try to find some clues. (Now, I sound silly-sleuthing.)
To my surprise, I found a couple of poems penned in his own handwriting.
Heaven Knows When
I know today heaven wants us to part,
And heaven dictates that I get far from your heart.
Who am I to fight the will of the sky?
I am just a slob to ask it why.
While you’ll be chasing your dreams,
My sorrow shall be bursting at the seams,
Yes, I’ll be chasing my dreams as well
Yet without you, the chasing would be hell.
You always fill my days, and all my nights
I hold back the tears with all my might,
From me you’ll be far, faraway
And from then on I’ll hate the coming of everyday.
Each time I rise from my slumber,
It’s you that I always remember.
And as the time you’ll be away get longer and longer,
The pain in my heart will only get stronger.
Perhaps, this is the will of heavens,
Oh if I could only rebel against them!
It’s this game they usually play on men,
