Every shoe you helped us tie every homework paper you made sure was done every pillow fight we almost won every bedtime you took the time before turning out the light to kiss us and hug us and tell us good night.
All the times you told us to eat all our vegetables no snacks before meals go to bed on time don't lie, cheat or steal be nice to yours sisters don't torment the cats your toys, shoes and clothes are not meant to be floor mats so pick them up off the floor and when you leave to go outside DON’T SLAM THE door....
It's Love, not blood that define the ties that bind a family. You are half of us and we are half of you. Because you are loved by us and we are loved by you.
I'm crazy, it's in the blood they gave me. These hand me down genes so tight I can’t get comfortable sitting my seems are always on the verge of splitting at any moment crazy. . .
I found you yesterday exactly where I left you in an old shoe box on the far end of a crowded shelf. It was the perfect place, to place the only photo of you I decided not to burn the night you decided to finally tell me it was best if I moved on.
At that time I thought It would take a lifetime to undo all my heart strings they were so tightly tied to you.
They had been bound to you since that first night. We lay intertwined until we saw first light and when your eyes met mine you looked at me like a soldier coming home you held onto me as if inside my chest beat the purple heart you had earned
too soon we learned what a battlefield love can be. You and I marching like soldiers with our flags drawn unable to recognize each other while looking down the barrels of the guns we were holding when all I really wanted you to do was hold me. Wrap your arms around the parts of me you told me were broken.
I broke down as you broke away after I said I needed an I do, and you said "I won't"