I always promise you, there is no other. But what is it that happens? One is found.
There isn't much to say, or that I can find to say, other than the fact that you are the one true person that can make me laugh. The laughter you give me comes from the heart, and it warms me, as I imagine your arms winding around me and holding me.

You comfort me. Maybe it's just the fact that I sometimes see you as a brother rather than the one I love, or maybe it's because you and my little brother are so alike in many ways. You are the sunshine of my world, and I am not ashamed to admit it.

Though, I am a little afraid to tell you so.

You make me happy, the kind of happy that I don't hold anything back from; I'm not nervous to be myself (for I think you like me being myself rather than me trying to make you like me as someone else), love myself. You are simple in that way, and I like that.

What should I do?

You're different than the other one. You see me as I am, not as some girl you think up to shadow the true me, give yourself an excuse to despise me. You're like me, not afraid to have fun, or laugh and smile around people, not afraid of what people could think of you, unlike the other one.

I like you.