Hi. This blog is completely anonymous. who I am is of no I'mportance. I only want to let my voice be heard.
Our entire lives we’ve been taught to love each other. Our parents have stressed the importance of our relationship ever since we could understand what it was. By the time we could add and subtract we both knew that no matter what we would have each other. We knew that in the end, when Mom and Dad died, the only person we could count on undoubtedly was our sibling. Our counterpart. My best friend. Maybe I’m to sensitive, but I’m crushed. This reliable rock that I was supposed to have seems to have been reduced to nothing but ash and dust. A reminder of the past and a testament to the insignificance of what we had. I thought it was so much more but I must have been dreaming. My hopes clouded my eyes but now I peer through the smoke you blew in my face with damp cheeks and red eyes because you let me fall. You let me get hurt and have said nothing to fix the situation.