I know what you are going to tell me: 'What is there to say about that?' And I'll answer quite honestly 'Well, nothing and everything!'

Let me reminisce a bit here. 10 years old. Primary school yard. Seven-year-old brother following me around like a little doggy. I was annoyed. Genuinely annoyed about this little bit of human being following me around trying to act as I did, trying to talk my friends into believing he was as gutsy as I was. When you're a youngster, brothers are hell… That is, except when you're alone, it goes without saying. When that happens, they're perfectly all right.

29 years old. My apartment. Twenty-six-year-old brother no longer following me around. Surrounded by my family and the love of my life. Good job. Good money. Perfect world? Not quite, you see? The thing is, my bros, and notice that 'my bros' is way cooler than 'little bit of human being', hasn't been around lately. He's in New Zealand. With his girlfriend. Living the experience of a lifetime, writing his masters' thesis in bio-informatics or something like that. He's one Hell of a smart guy! You get the picture?

'So what?' you're going to tell me? Well… I miss him. That's what! Hell, I miss him a lot. It took me just about 15 years to realize that when you're blessed with a brother like the one I've ended up with, you should thank everything you believe in for that good fortune. Cause no matter what, that other person you're sharing blood with is most likely the closest family member that's still going to be around when you grow old. And solitude is a wicked friend to die with.

As for the reasons why I love my brother with all my heart, well, they go way beyond that genetic link. He's a friend, a confident, a real force of nature that I'll always look up to. Now, the reason why I didn't see this at 10 years old? I don't know. Blame it on this uncanny quality that real brotherly love is made of.