Dear You,
You wouldn't know it, but I'm still sad.
I think of how I sat in the car and didn't want to come inside because I knew everything would be different, but the same.
And the first thing you said to me was, "Don't think I'm a bad person."
And I hugged you and said, "I don't think you're a bad person."
And then you told me you loved me. And I said it back.
I am not disappointed in you. But every time I see another one leave, I think of you. And then I get that weird lump in my throat and it takes awhile for it to go away.
I feel like I should be over it now, but I'm not. I think I'll always feel a little bit of regret for you. I think I'll always get that weird lump in my throat. But it's only because I love you and I look up to you and I'm so sad you missed out on this chance, this amazing opportunity.
But you are so strong, stronger than me, and I am so proud of that. I'm proud to call you my brother.
I haven't told anyone how I really feel about all of this because I don't think they'll relate. And I guess this doesn't count as talking about it because I don't think you'll ever read this. That's okay, though. It helps to just write it down.
But yeah, I'm still sad.
And I still love you.
This is my letter to you,
Sincerely Me.
