She is “my beautiful”. I call her like that because she is mine and she is gorgeous. She is kind, delicate and soft, but she doesn’t reveal this part of her very often. She is strong, stronger than I’ll ever be. She is mature, determined and most of the times tempestuous. We have the same mother and father and we grew in the same environmental conditions, but somehow we are very, but very different (fashion style, preferences, personality and beliefs).
I love her since January 1990, even though there were moments of fraternal jealousy that I barely remember at the time being. We had our fights when we were kids, but I am sure it was love. Then we grew and we started to collaborate and support each other. When I came to Bucharest she seemed happy to get rid of me. I don’t know if she misses me from time to time, but I definitely do!