Not My Twin, But Shoulda Been!

After a night out on the town he begins confessing his doubts and worries always trusting me completely, I somehow barely hold it all together trying so hard not to break down right in front of him not wanting him to see the broken me. I can hear how much pain he is feeling my heart breaks hearing the sadness in his voice, that if I ever had the option to choose who my brother was then he would be my first choice! He has and always will be my younger brother even if only by fourteen months...that's two months and a year, I hope he knows how proud a sister he has and I love him with all my heart to never worry he will never loose me and of that he shall not ever fear. My little brother who is fourteen months younger then I, breaks down sometimes when we drink so the tears roll down his cheaks it's difficult to see him cry. Feeling his hurt and pain through his words really breaks me apart inside, knowing not much I can do to fix what he struggles with daily wishing I was able to always be his safety guide. We grew up together all of our lives making us closer then either of us could explain, I am so lucky to have him for a brother in the sunshine or rain! He's not My Twin, but we should've been!