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Your car is a pressure cooker for sibling combustibility and you sound pretentious when you call me pretentious so I turn to look out the window and not at your smug face but I know that soon I will turn back and you will not be there. In your mind anything that isn't inherently evil deserves a high five and it always leaves my palm stinging, so I leave you there with your hand raised and know that soon I will raise mine but you will not be there. You say "I love you" every day and it always sounds like a joke, sounds like you're teasing me with the fact that I have to love you back but even so, on the days when I refuse to say it to you I know that soon I will tell you I love you and you will not be there. I have watched you changed shoe sizes and heights and dreams and hair cuts and best friends and priorities, and You have been by me through moving days and funerals and breakups and marriages and sobbing nights and cheerful mornings, and I know that you are a part of me, and I know that soon I will look for that part but you will not be there.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
Brother
Your car is a pressure cooker for sibling combustibility and you sound pretentious when you call me pretentious so I turn to look out the window and not at your smug face but I know that soon I will turn back and you will not be there. In your mind anything that isn't inherently evil deserves a high five and it always leaves my palm stinging, so I leave you there with your hand raised and know that soon I will raise mine but you will not be there. You say "I love you" every day and it always sounds like a joke, sounds like you're teasing me with the fact that I have to love you back but even so, on the days when I refuse to say it to you I know that soon I will tell you I love you and you will not be there. I have watched you changed shoe sizes and heights and dreams and hair cuts and best friends and priorities, and You have been by me through moving days and funerals and breakups and marriages and sobbing nights and cheerful mornings, and I know that you are a part of me, and I know that soon I will look for that part but you will not be there.
Preemptive sadness about my brother leaving
#distance#leaving#college#siblings#brother
molly-hart
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molly-hart
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
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