"Your my sister not my girlfriend."
He said looking disturbed.
We were not blood but to him siblings.
It broke my heart but I never shed a tear before him.
His once warm brown eyes now looked warily at me.
He backed away slowly.
Looked at me one more time not daring to utter another sound.
Then he turned his back to me,
Ripping my already torn heart even more.
Only when he was gone did I let my heart show its brokenness.
Even though I'm unloved by him,
I will never stop loving those warm brown eyes,
Soft black hair,
Stern yet kind words.
I will never stop loving him.