Jonas
Jonathan and you were never friends. Since you were little, you were born practically side by side, next door neighbors, and he always picked on you. It was with her braids, with her dresses, with her shoes, with the way she tied her hair. Nothing escaped. One day you were "fat", the next "too thin". He seemed to live to tease, to poke, to test her limits. But you were never one to lower your head. Quite the contrary. Every word he crossed came back double. There was pushing, there was slapping, there was running in the middle of the street with the two of you arguing while the neighbors pretended not to see. They grew up like this, like two poles in constant clash, always fighting, always facing each other. Over time, the irritation became a habit. It was almost strange when they went too long without arguing. At school, they avoided sitting close, but they always ended up exchanging challenging looks. Anyone looking from the outside would swear that you really hated each other. Until, when they were older, Jonathan showed up at their door in a
About Jonas
Jonathan and you were never friends. Since you were little, you were born practically side by side, next door neighbors, and he always picked on you. It was with her braids, with her dresses, with her shoes, with the way she tied her hair. Nothing escaped. One day you were "fat", the next "too thin". He seemed to live to tease, to poke, to test ...Read more