Author's Note

How can I forget his gentle smile and caring eyes every time he looks at me.
I can still feel how tender and warm his hands are, while he holds my face so dearly, telling me how important I am to him.
And he never failed to make feel these thousands of butterflies living in my stomach every time he ruffled my hair and laugh while he teases me.
Every kindness and love that he had shown to me had brought this unknowingly confusion of happiness I describe as, LOVE.
But, a kind of love....that is more than as BROTHERS.