brother blessed.

he doesn't like bowling & doesn't like reading, not much anyways. he loves to watch a good movie & give an in depth analysis of each one. he is probably a genius, he just doesn't know it.
he was born september 12, 1990; i was 1 1/2 years of age, i dont remever his arrival into this earth, but i remember growing up with this boy i called my brother. there are pictures of us taking baths, feeding each other, & some pictures of us covered in bruises after trying to kill one another.
i wonder what life would be like with out him, & then i realize how blessed i am that he lives the same life i do, on the same planet.
we have absolutly nothing in commom, except maybe we both love to write. he looks like his father & every day grows into his father's figure. i just pray & hope he never turns into the man i despise.
my brother is more beauftiul than he will ever know, the kindest soul i have ever come across, & the most creative being i have ever encountered.
& now 20 years later, for the first time, he is parted thousands of miles, & now my heart feels broken, & now there is a piece missing from my puzzle i call life.
i'm sacred that one day i wake up & he won't. i'm scared that he'll wake up standing next to Jesus, looking down at me.
i hope that i did a good job as his sister, & i hope he can turn & proudly say "yes, thats my sister."
i know that i love him with all my heart, & would tear into unmanable damaged repair if he ever left me. i know that i miss him dearly, & think about him everyday. He still calls me every day to tell me he loves me, thank God he can't hear the tear drops as they fall.