If I could never die again, I would. (I do believe that my soul has perished in physical form before, for the record.)
If I could just keep riding my bike with only my brother's blinking red tail-light to guide me, I would continue doing so. Having him ride in front is so liberating for the both of us. Having a night with just me and him, as we were so often accustomed to when I could only spend my nights at home. My brother, the other half of my act. Born into our lifelong comittment. I feel I've fought it hard enough to accept it without any hesitance now or in the future.
Nick and I are 'we.'
and I love him.