A lot of people say that love is when you are your best self around someone. They say that when someone makes you feel happy, and like you want to go and spread happiness all over the world, that’s love. They do have a point. It’s true. But I’m not talking about the kind of love that you think I’m talking about. I’m talking about the oldest kind of love, the truest love there is. I’m talking about my sister.
I can say, with firm conviction and complete honesty, that the strongest bond I have ever formed with someone other than my mother is the one I share with my sister. She is quite possibly the only person in the world who has never upset me. And here I point no fingers, my fellow bloggers and wonderful readers, because I’m only speaking on a strictly face-to-face basis here. I hope she’s also the only person in my life I haven’t upset, too. And that’s pretty amazing, really. My sister and I haven’t argued (yet) – but that’s not important. Because there’s arguments, and then there’s arguments. Screaming matches, violent disagreements, short and snappy torrents, deep and meaningful arguments that damage the people having them more than you could imagine… but I just can’t see me and my sister ever being in that situation. I’m not saying we’re never going to argue, because come on, the world doesn’t work that way, but what I’m saying is we don’t have the kind of relationship where an argument would result in hurt. Because we just love each other too much.
Me and my sister are like two rocks leaning against each other. That’s the best way I can explain it. But the point of this whole thing is to say how much I love her. Because wow, I do. A lot. So this is for her. And if she’s reading this, I just want to say, you are the best. The actual best. So there’s no pressure on you, ever, because I believe in you, I have faith in you and I’m also here to tell you when you’re being a Reluctant Reptile, Cowardly Cobra, Aggravating Asp, or an EEL in snake’s clothing 😉
I love you very much, sister ❤