looking at you is like sitting by the sea; they say i have met you but how will i ever know? 

"smell her" sister urges me; "i am not sure if i am feeling anything" i say. 

"you love her" she declares; "i feel hopeful and excited and scared and detached; and i could erase you if i saw you hurting her. is that what you mean?" i ask. 

"that's what i mean and more. we are all forever changed now that she exists. and plus, you are not detached from her; you turn cold when you don't care. your cheeks are glowing with the love you are trying to undefine. it's fascinating how well you can love, and how ignorant you are towards your ability." 

you are my niece; i will let you teach me what that means.