"After he confessed, he insisted that even if I had never considered it or thought of it, there was clearly something I was feeling toward him.
And I knew he might be right, that I cared about him too much and I went out of my way for him in many ways, but I had never stopped to think if that meant more than just being a brother to people who had saved our lives.
And I didn't want to stop and think about it because if it turned out that way, I wasn't so sure that I was ready for it.
His mother had asked me to take care of him as my younger brother, and all my life, that was how I had been seeing him. It suddenly felt wrong to start thinking about him in that way.
And even if it wasn't that, I always thought that kind of love existed only between a man and a woman, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to change that belief inside me.
So I told him politely because I didn't want to hurt him, that we were brothers, and there was no need to start complicating things.
