When I met Taylor, I thought it would end quickly because technically, who would want to hang out with a man with social problems, right? I was better at being silent, being alone, and most of all, I am starting to get better at copying my brother. But then, maybe God gave Taylor for a reason. Why? Because I began to acknowledge my identity.
All I wanted was to become my brother. I was desperate, and I would undoubtedly do anything just to accomplish the accurate, perfect copycat of him. But then, I had something he doesn't — it was Taylor.
I knew for a long time that my brother had a crush on someone; even his friends knew about it. But to tell you honestly? No one knew who it is. Even I don't know who the lucky woman is because, in all honesty, my brother is almost perfect. He had the
