The Distance Between Us Was Never as Far as I Thought
For three years, my brother and I lived parallel lives—close enough to remember each other clearly, distant enough to pretend it didn’t matter. Our fallout wasn’t dramatic. No shouting, no ultimatums. Just a conversation that went wrong and a silence that hardened over time. I told myself cutting him out was self-respect, that distance meant…
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