like_his_sister fyn gula He wanted to paint the way he felt and give the kaleidoscopic canvas to her so she could hang it from the wall and always know he... loved her. and this love was not romantic for he could never know her that way, with kisses or embraces, though he saw a photograph of her and thought life was generous in its gift of beauty. and this love was not friendly because he had never seen her face to face, heard her voice, or recognized the intimate expressions that defined who she was. and this love was not obsession because days would pass when their communication paused, though it never stopped. his thoughts of her were as continuous as the breaths he took. she was more like the sister he never had but wanted. a girl he could swear to without flinching. a girl he could reveal the secrets no one heard. she was there for him and she was hurting. so he hurt also. that is how he loved her. 000229 what's it to you? who go blather from