We have a lot in common yet we are nothing the same. It’s hard to explain, yet you know what I mean.
I remember watching as you’d leave with friends when I was younger. I always wished I could come along. Then I remember being old enough to go along and then wishing I hadn’t. Take for instance the time the cop hit our car or the time we were chased on foot by an old man or the time I freaked out at you almost hitting another car then slamming into a huge mud puddle in a gravel parking lot.
Fun times. Glad they’re over. No offense.
You always seemed just out of reach. When I went to high school, you were finally done. When you moved to live with Gram, I had already left for college. Then you left for North Carolina and have never come back.
For a while we attempted to live together. I think we both realized it was good that that didn’t last too long. But at least we got a few good memories from it. Can you say MAD WHACKER?
We haven’t always gotten along. But I’ve always wished we did.
I haven’t always liked you but I’ve always loved you.
I know you have hated me at times as much as I’ve hated you.
Nice message to send, but you know what I mean.
We’re sisters. Sometimes we hate each other. But you’re always my big sister.
And for that, I thank you. And I say this.
Love ya. Miss ya.
Happy Birthday, sis.
You’re OLD. 🙂