Sometimes having a twin is great. At Easter, you get twice the candy to eat (and their basket empties first). At Halloween, too. At Christmas, you get double the presents and on your birthday, too. But, you need to learn to share.
You always have someone to go before you (or behind you, if you’re the firstborn). Someone to test the waters a moment before you jump in. Someone to warn you, push you, and laugh with you.
Sometimes having a twin isn’t great. You have twice the temptation for candy to eat. You wear matching outfits. You have to share.
People confuse you (or don’t believe you’re twins…but you can convince them you’re cousins). People think you have the “freaky twin thing”; but it only happens once or twice (you wish you had it, though).
From the day you’re born to the day you die, you have someone to make you laugh and cry. To share your hurts and share your pain and to wash it all away again. Being apart is the hardest part–no matter how long, a day, a week, a month, years–though you know you’ll be together again. One always goes first to test the waters.