1. I loved her. More than a brother is supposed to. We never did anything. But- something about our childhood messed up enough to accept whatever love we could find. I'm glad we're better now, but sometimes I still get jealous.
2. I never knew what it was that made everyone love her so much more than me. Obviously I felt the same, but I always hoped I could find the secret, the thing that made us different and learn to be the same again.
3. We're not as close as we used to be, and I'm worried we'll never get that back. It was good, before. We were each other's whole world, we needed space, but sometimes now she's like a strange. Have I changed that much to her too?
4. Even as an adult I still get jealous of her powers. She's something special. And I'm- so ordinary.
5. She is the standard by which I judge women. I think this is unhealthy.