This ain’t sweet home Alabama, I’ve never wanted to get with my brothers, but they still have set standards for me. I can see the type of man they are and how they treat their girlfriends, and I know how I should be treated by a guy

My brothers are the good guys, the type that put others before them, the type that are willing to explain things, and be kind. They tease me and badger me, and they don’t like to admit it, but they love their little sister and have always been there for me.

I’m a hopeless romantic and I always have been. There’s no romance between my brothers and I, obviously, but when I start doubting the ability of love I think of them, living proof that love can be real.

I see them with their girlfriends, and it’s always small things. I see them opening doors, holding her close, always asking her what she wants, putting her first, talking about her in a sweet loving way.

I have no romance with my brothers (obviously) but they have their own romance with great girls and it shows me how I deserve to be treated.