I thought when I returned home that things would go back to normal. But I was wrong. I tried picking up my life where I thought it should restart. But I came home from being locked away in a mental hospital after my love affair with my stepbrother. The guy who was the guy of my dreams. But I was home just crying and thinking to myself that I know myself and I know who he is and that we still love each other no matter who separates us. But... it was different now. We are two different people. He doesn't know who I am anymore. 'Cause he's realized I changed. But little did he know...he's changed too. I guess we are only brother and sister. Or we were meant to love each other once and move on. And to know that the heart never wants what it wants. And it's time to live, move on but to never forget.