I once had a cousin, but it didn't feel like he was my cousin at all. We were only 11 months apart but our relationship was closer to that of brothers or best friends than simple cousins. Given we basically grew up together, saw each other frequently, spoke on the phone for hours, played the same video games and liked the same anime. We'd often visit each other on the breaks such as Summer or March break and made many positive memories. Our relationship really only began to deteriorate when he got a gf, when this happened he became more distant I guess. The final straw for him was my inceldom and he accused me of pedophilia (even though I didn't say anything pedophilic) By this degree, we had completely removed contact, we had disputes in the past, but this was it. I've always believed it was worse to be forgotten than to be hated. At least when you're hated, the opposing force still has some connection to you and may come to you. If you are forgotten, there is no connection left and nothing that happened in the past matters anymore. I know nothing of his whereabouts, but from what I last remember, he is in a rather hostile relationship with his parents. Years ago, he gave me a copy of this sort of children's book on animals since he knew I loved such topics. I keep it on my desk and sometimes when I look at it, I am transported to when he gave it to me.
