To My Sister

 

I’ve made an attempt to paint this photo of us with the roles reversed. Yes it’s a shitty painting, but you’re on my back for once.

Here comes the cheese. No words on earth can be used to explain how much I love you. Only if I can give you my eyes to see yourself with them you’ll know. You’re the most supportive, kind-hearted, loving, and caring person I know. I can only wish to be just half of what you are. I also wish you could unload it all on me like I do with you. You’re the only one I can count on when things get tough, you’re sort of my therapist. And I can’t help but feel a tremendous amount of guilt and almost this feeling of helplessness when I burden you with my shit. I’m so sorry. I can’t promise I’ll stop weighing you down with my crap, but I can promise you that I’ll always be here for you no matter what. You can always get on my back when you need to. Just thinking about not having you around scares the hell out of me. Last week was frightening and eye-opening.

It’s like I was fast forwarded into a time where you and mom were slipping away from me (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Maybe it’s because I couldn’t see you or hug you? I know I’m hella annoying and despite what I felt at the time, deep down I know you don’t have it in you to hate me. We’re sisters and we complete each other bitch. I feel bad for everyone else. I try not to sound rude, but I truly even envy myself for being part of this family. You’re my rock, my everything.

I can’t wait to sit with you and kiss you and smell you and hug you and laugh with you. I’ve missed you way too much. Happy birthday, can’t wait to celebrate with you ❤