"you choose, i can't make decisions."

I remember when you scribbled out my spider. And it was childish and naive, but it broke my heart.
And you. You never listened. We never agreed and always fought, with smirks on our lips, shaking our heads.
Them, they talk about clothes and nicknames. About rom-coms and popcorn. Just like me.
But, you. You give the best hugs, we talk about nonsense, and I drew a heart right there in your diary.

You're just like a brother, in a girly kind of way.
Don't take it the wrong way.
♥