2. beer

I was only fourteen and you were fifteen and six feet something already. This isn't The Sound Of Music it's a real story without the racism and popular cliques.

I saw you eye my breast's and you hunched yourself all up as good as you could and smile that secretive special smile that only true twins could know. I did know then I wasn't going to have it easy as you walked away. Without me. Forget about those teenage hormones ( those were for your cousin ) I loved you. We were in love.

I was just never good enough for you. Even if we were best friends, and inseparable twins.

I loved you.

Thing is, now that I'm forty one and you are ten months older than me, we are still in love and it's all still the same in every conceivable way. The same pain, the same bullshit.

So I wait and do as I'm told. By you and nobody else...

"every rose has it's thorn...

I wonder has he ever felt like this?"