AURELIO

He's my favourite person in the world but he doesn't want me to say it outloud. He doesn't want me to say it, full stop, actually. He's my lllllovvvvelllly brrrrother.

When I was 5 he hit me on my head with a real hammer. He was 2. He was strong.
He also bit me once, in a place that he regrets xD
Then shortly afterwards he ran out on the street and we engaged a fight as I tried to stop him.
I had the biggest shock of my life when, at primary school, he called me 'idiot' - I thought it was the most terrible insult of the universe and was so struck that I couldn't even tell him something back.
He still likes reminding me as often as possible how much better than me he is at everything, including all sports, all scientific stuff, and all things that imply using logical reasoning. Whenever it looks like I'm better at something, then he goes "Oh well, that's because I didn't try my best, I couldn't be bothered".
He's very smart and amazingly good-looking and his hand has all the lucky lines at their place, i read it to him :)
He's also very funny.
I adore his look when he's like "Ireee...you really shouldn't've done that".
Some people ask me if he's my boyfriend when we're around together. Gosh, I wish I had a boyfriend like him!!! A bit sweeter though ;)
Lol, my brother can't stand it when I tell everyone (including him) how much I love him. Once he wrote me a private message on facebook to ask me PLEASE to stop commenting that much on his photos and stuff. I guess he has a reputation to keep clean, hahaha.
On the phone he never sounds very enthusiastic to hear from me, he finds it hard to write me letters and when I'm home he keeps saying "you're never here/ you weren't there/ you're always away".
The thing is, he won't admit it but he misses fighting with me on our parents' bed. And I wonder if he also misses hiding together behind the living room's armchairs when we were little and mum and dad had arguments. I do. I also miss going under the table with him when there were guests and stealing their shoes and putting them under the sofa. I miss that hammer on my head, climbing the trees, playing lego, the student-teacher game, getting the bus to school, and sometimes sleeping in the same bed.
I can still remember vividly that single time that, when he woke up during the night because he had a bad cough, he came to me, not to mum. And those extremely rare times when I'm allowed to touch his hair and stay close to him, while nobody else can. And all those nights when we kept the doors of our bedrooms open, so that we could talk about anything from our beds until mum shouted "silence up there! Viola is trying to sleep!". Aaaand the breakfasts early in the morning just me and him, and

OH MY GOSH I'M GOING CHEESY.
STOP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yeah, if he sees this I'm kinda dead :)
Secret between me and you please?