I seized her love song born because of jealous

Me and my sister just like each other as two drops of water, just so that even my mother sometimes confused the two of us. We have shared together everything from when the new form on the realms of this life and I'm naive to think that it would be forever.

The relationship between me and my sister terribly and sacred, I love you enough to think you can sacrifice it all for her, until he appeared, everything suddenly changed.

He is my teacher, is my passionate love, but even for me there trying emotional revealed to the world, to you, I am forever remains just a mischievous little sister.

The person you really love, ironically, is my twin sister. I almost got mad when knowing the truth. I'm jealous with her older sister and always wondered why people love him back is my sister not I, while obviously we look the same to every facial contours.  

I deliberately proved true eroticism, they reply with the man and render the situation got le it gets out.

The day he married her sister, I confined myself in the room sobbed, crying. I suddenly realized that I no longer love you as before, I even very sick sister because she thought had stolen my man. Love is strange, it makes people become selfish.

I can tell you the hot blood is flowing in arteries, but can't share the man I love. I silently, silently suffering horse puzzle when witnessing two people happy together.

Each sweet eyes, every loving gesture that they are devoted to each other as a knife stabbed into my heart sweet sharp.

I tried to suppress his feelings, try to run away, but she didn't seem to know. She remained indifferent to my play House, still often confided to me about her own family.

Her work in the travel industry, often far from home, in the Meanwhile, he was the eldest son, by job requirements, you can handle most of the responsibilities of a seal.

Not a few times, she complains to me. Me and my sister had an "initiative": each sister busy business trip, I will "plays" her sister, her sister's husband's parents home to fulfill his duty, of course, the daughter's absence. My sister is very happy because the "fast".

Young, me and my sister have repeatedly "change role" for each other. I still remember, when I was a kid, my mother liked for me to go to school, you go to learn martial arts, but I can't bear to sit still, mischief a spot ever, learning forums with me is both a pole figure, so me and my sister regularly "place" for each other.

I was imitating her sister from gait to gesture, gestures, even how to speak well is identical, so don't be surprised when many people can't distinguish the two famous us. I've "played" a sister.

Through the minute the first embarrassment in front of her parents, husband, brothers, sister, I took a hit of what should be there. But success in particular he pulled me into a profoundly tragic.

Each played the role of sister, my sister's location which is for me. I've adored his family and thought that he was a close member in it. I had thought that she was his sister.

Each time from the home her husband she returned, completed her role completely, in the beginning I served topped with these thoughts, I heart cramps, my feelings for him how long ago buried capital, suddenly intense surges of movement again.

I again ask sister eagerly, anxious to be back to his family and make a seal good-natured, curious sense, be đằm yourself in the warm, friendly atmosphere that I've often dreamed of.

Don't know, I've always considered himself the family he is a part of his life and the boundaries that I myself will never be overcome now argue, suddenly terribly fragile. The evil thoughts, greedy, selfish in my wake, I've become a different person, full of regret.

The "usurpation" is not the day end their anguish and settled

I've secretly established a meticulous and sophisticated plan to break her sister's family, on location. She is a travel guide to the beautiful, gentle, tactful, so no surprise that around my sister had so many men in pursuit.

I silently watched the trip's sister, and then her sister role to dating these guys love the si. I deliberately to those who knew her, colleagues, friends of Ms. see and mistaking me as her sister. I deliberately proved true eroticism, they reply with the man and render the situation got le it gets out.

Rumors about Ms. lan faster than I thought. People soy sauce enough gray stuff about her, especially as she has a lot of fat fuzzy relationship with men, not with her husband.

The very British story enough, would you not enough "men" to keep his wife and expressed the pity when he dumped his wife that knows ...

Soon after, the noise that came to me and she can't explain, justified his fears of his does seem a whitewash for the famous. From a super nice love story, a happy couple to value for envy, you suddenly become strangers to each other.

The battle of arguing happens constant. By the love of his wife so he could not accept what she has other men. Also, by the husband should trust she could not ignore what you doubt yourself and believe outsiders than his wife.

Too painful, you look to me to relieve my fears but I don't crush the no comforting her sister but also poured more oil on the fire. In a quarrel, the sister he has heavy mutual insults and words they quietly separated.

He rented a House to live in time retreats looking back everything, did she then incubated at half mast in the House happy hour were empty, the gap.

That was the moment that I had expected for a long time. The Institute of evidentiary to pacify, admonished him, rather she take care of him, I frequently where you at you still I welcomed. considerate and warm. I feel despair and decline.

He was retiring with me a lot of stories, what makes you miserable, paying ... I hear the silence, soothe him as a friend but in the hub I'm surf, love urge me taking him for her own.

One night, I stayed really late, he drinks wine. Slightly spicy glaze has pulled us together. I hugged him on to appease the pain in him. I've never had the feeling we close together to the world, our breath as the peace together.

When I thought that took hold of his happiness in the palms, the idea that Britain will fall into my lap, when he looked at me with pleading eyes, gazed, I thought that he had achieved the purpose of the doom name, begging my sister stay with you.

In the illusion of the men say, he has mistaken me as her sister. He hugged me, crying girls sobbed. It is the first time I saw him cry and was also the last time my heart shatter. I still love you with a love deepened to the extent that the ploy of I never would be divisive.

I shudder with these thoughts are in my head. I suddenly found myself hate, hate the petty and evil in me. I was too ashamed to face their spouses.

I phoned her, confessed to most of the sin as a brave act for life. I don't expect she will be forgiven just hope you will live together so happy to find my soul a little serenity.=