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My brother —my twin brother— left this world years ago.
He left this world before he died.
And I miss him.
I wish I could say I'm forgetting his face —I know how it sounds— but maybe that would make this less painful.
Seeing the face of someone who you loved —and isn't around anymore— every morning while you're getting ready is awfully painful.
Some days I walk past that cafe he really likes- liked and my reflection in the window blends with the place. It's like seeing him again only for a fraction of a second.
I regret not being there for him.
Maybe if I had answered that call, things would have ended up differently.