For you, brother

"It snowed last year too:
I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down
and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."

Love is not a word that comes easily. Love for us is a word that is said with reluctance of the heart, a word that holds tension on the tongue. Yet as little as it is said, we both know that there is nothing more pure, more true, when it comes to us. This is me telling you that I love you. That I'm not ashamed. That I'm not embarrassed. I'm not even certain, because when your heart feels something so pure, when your soul is confident in the hands of another, certainty doesn't even play a part. It is all knowing. It is all encompassing. To say that I would lay down my life for you is an insult, because much the opposite, we have given each other life in the form of will, the will to accomplish anything that we choose in this world. 

Our path is unclear and daunting. It has already taken us on journeys that we would have never imagined. It has brought us high, it has brought us low, it has brought us to the depths of this world and then back again, but we are ever stronger for it. It has given us the perception and strength that we need to do something special in this world. Something unfounded, something revolutionary. Something that brings us purpose and truth while we live, but bring us legend and myth after we pass. Something that puts us in the history books.

I am lost. I am a fool. I am everything that I hate, but when we are together, I feel like I can do no wrong. I feel like no matter the triumph or folly, I am on the right path. I know that with our passion and love combined the world is ours for the taking. I know that we will make mistakes. I know that we will fail. I also know that we will rise up again, better for our tribulation, and therefore our every fiber will burn to do the best we can in our endeavors. It is a long road, but when we come to the end, when the world has washed to the way side, whenever that may be, we will sit together, laughing, smoking, over a pint, talking about the old times like nothing had ever changed.  Without you my life is arbitrary. Without you I might as well be going out for caramels. How do you like them apples? Cheers mate.