When we were younger I would always look up to you. You were my favorite person, aside from mom and dad. I admire you because to me, you were a superstar and I wanted to be just like you which is why I would constantly follow you around and copy everything you did. I didn’t purposefully do it to annoy you, but I guess as the oldest one, you didn’t like the idea of a younger sister. As we grew older, things for us only became worse. Argument after argument. It was always a constant battle between who was mom and dad’s favorite.
But our relationship changed. We transitioned from worst enemies into sisters. Honestly that was really great because not only did I have an awesome older sister, but I had a friend who cared and looked out for me.
Thank you for always being there when I needed a shoulder to cry on. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being my sister.
It’s different now. Ever since you moved to New York we have grown apart. We don’t talk very often like we used to. I miss the times where would share secrets in confidence. I miss the times where we had long conversation about the dumbest things. I miss hanging out with you. I miss my best friend.
I just hope that in the future we don’t become very distant like we have today.