number 12, as always.

n and i also talked about number twelve today. it's sometimes hard to hang out with her because he's her brother and it's natural to talk about her family. but it sometimes makes me sad. i wonder how he's doing and she wants to help but she knows she just kind of has to let it work out. she knows how him and i are and she knows i want only good things for him. i think she's doing a good job to keep the line between me being her friend and him being her brother. they aren't overly close, they don't talk about real things and she's come to accept that's just how he is. but it's hard because she talks about her mom and i just think to myself i want to be in that family. i love them, they're so wonderful and i fell in love with their son/brother. i mean isn't that the dream? to thoroughly enjoy the family of the boy you're in love with. i don't know i suppose i just miss him. it's been a week since we've spoken. it's hard but i know it's just what we both need right now. if you love someone set them free right?