Today I started to think about how much I miss my twin brother while away at university. I was able to see him on occasion in the summer because he spent the summer in my hometown (while I lived a few cities away in the town where my school resides). A couple of weekends ago, he moved back to the city where he is attending university and I never got to personally say goodbye. After years of being his school-bus seat buddy and after years of him experiencing a lot of what I experienced as a child (summer camps, same-birthdays, bullies, funerals, and divorces), we don’t communicate as much in our twenties. But most people become confused when I tell them that we are close. Even though we don’t talk every day, we have an unwritten bond that is both amazing and somehow tragic. Having a twin is like having an extended version of yourself that you want to protect and support. And I’ve always said that if anything ever happened to him, I don’t know what I would do. And I know these feelings are mutual. Whenever I get into a down mood, I think of my brother and how I would be so selfish to abandon him, so I simply keep breathing, keep living. I used to think we had a psychic connection because when we were young, we could play an entire video game and think that we were the opposite player by accident; we always played the same moves, had the same instincts. Some people say that humans are selfish beings, that we will do anything to keep ourselves alive, but when I am old and wrinkly (hopefully I grow to be old), I hope that I go first, because there is no way that I would want to live without my twin. We were born on the same day, and it would seem unnatural and awful not have him there.