
You see, I am proud of you. Of your beauty (out and in), your inteligence, your courage, just of being you. When I was young, you hated me... Trying on your clothes and saying "and me" when you wanted to go somewhere. But what did you expect? I want to be like you. I have ambition and objectives in life, and I want you to be as proud of me as I am of you. You make me smile.
I remember of all the memories, all the funny stories, all the embarassing moments and all time we spent together. When I would put on your make-up and you heels (that were to big for me) and pretend to be you. I cannot lie, I have wanted to kill you, but I never would. I love you so much, no sister could love more than me. I can never explain why but I can try. Mum and Dad say we are special, and we are... Not because of our looks or of our passion, but of our hearts... People don't understand me, and could never understand the way I really feel because I just cannot put into words the way I love you.
-I am not going to writ pages and pages, because I don't want to seem and obsssive crazy Bitch..
I just Love you!


