sibling love

I go on about my brother a lot, but I really love that kid.

Sometimes I think he's probably the closest friend I've got nowadays. Best friend status, y'know?

It's a bit sad, but true.

We went through everything together. As emo as it sounds, we experienced the pain and tears together. We went through all those rough times. We know each other best.

We've had our fights and squabbles. But even when we've got a gun pointed at each others' heads one second, we calm down and just forgive each other the next. We know how each other ticks.

My brother can be a real dickhead. He'll yell at everybody, push them around, and act like a total douche. I'm no different though.

It's funny how the two of us act so arrogantly when the two of us know we're just weak little kids at heart. Sentimental matters like when it comes to family easily make us cry.

We're both bitter siblings. Bitter about everything.

My brother says he respects me. I'm glad that I can be an older sister that he can come to respect.

Even though I'm useless in practically every category, he says he respects my maturity. But I think he's mistaking my sense of maturity for just me thinking and rambling on too much about nothing like right now.

I like my brother, he's like my other half. If the decision involved the two of us, I can barely do anything without him by me and vice versa.

At times I feel bad. He probably doesn't feel the same way. He's probably annoyed. He pushes me away sometimes. It's probably puberty.

But I'm sure deep down he at least cares a little bit. If he's willing to be as open as he is with me and nobody else, I'm sure part of him feels the same way.

He means a lot to me.