You are always there. Running right next to me. Your long red hair billowing out in the wind.
Do you ever stop to think about the laughter? Do you ever wonder what next year will be like when I am not there?
We have started and ended everything together.
There is no one I would rather have striding next to me, than you. I wish you could see that love peering at you from behind my face. I am not cool, or smart, or beautiful. I am just who I am. I am silly, young, and at times very inappropriate.
I wish you could just see that I want to be there for you. And that when we run side by side, our hair swinging back and forth to the same rhythm, that we are equal. Despite our different ages, or different friends, our different ways of looking past life's surface.
I will always be there for you.
Because you are my sister. I could not give you any other name as dear as a sister. I love you for being you.
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