I admit.

I do love you in such a way that I would actually call you my very own brother and treat you exactly like one. Obviously I don't have 'that' kind of affection towards you.

But dear brother, despite the hole of trust you punched through my heart, I do miss you. I think we've grown too close together that I miss those moments when we'd share stories and joke around together. Good times.

Forgiven, yes you are. But I still couldn't afford to be like how we used to. And ohh, not that you'll care.

Take care. Be a good man will you please.