I never understood the idea of masochism.
Not until you came into my life.
I was young when we met.
Now I'm older and wiser and yet, you never really age, it seems.
You're still mischievous and playful as always.
Still playing peek-a-boo with me like a little child.
Some people say you're not a good friend for me.
Some say you're not real.
But I, as your best friend, know that you're very real.
No matter what they say about you, you know that I can never hate you.
No mattter how much you hurt me.
No, I take it back.
You never hurt me.
It's always me who does the beating.
And you, you're just there, watching me.
We're not just friends, or brothers.
We are one.
Although I cannot see you, you're always in my heart.
Your arms wrapping around every part of my body
Like vines on a tree
Hugging me so tightly.
So tightly that I can barely breathe.
And I get scared sometimes.
Especially when you jump out of the darkness to scare me.
But I love you.
And I know you will never leave me.
And I don't think I'd ever be able to leave you.