It’s not often that I’m drawn to someone I don’t know. It’s even less often that it’s a girl who I’m drawn to.
I saw you a couple of years ago at a Carraba’s restaurant, while on a bad date. I can say without a moment’s hesitation that you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
Your hair was the color of burnt sugar, long, wavy, shiny. I wanted to come put my hands in it, but that would be rude. So I stared as much as I could without being rude to you or my date.
Your complexion was flawless, you wore little make up but you seemed to glow. When you threw your head back in laughter, I smiled involuntarily. I was mesmerized by you.
I watched your face change shape with your conversation; your eyes twinkled when you laughed and your eyebrows were expressive without being freakishly Carrot-Top like. I wondered what you were talking to your dinner companion about…
I wonder if you know how beautiful you are, I hope someone tells you every day.
You’ve shown me everything from roller coasters with no tracks to ice cream sundaes the size of a car.
Last night I climbed a mountain with my kids and then couldn’t find them once I got to the top. Far too many times I try to overanalyze you.
Never a dull moment, and far too many times right on the money.
Once in a while I’ll dream of tornadoes – Angry black spirals tearing through a crystal blue sky. I run, sometimes the kids are there and sometimes I have strangers with me. Seeking shelter in basements made of glass. It’s scary, but I know that tornadoes are a sign of chaos in one’s life. And it’s true. So true.
Don’t give up on me.
Our names rhyme, down to the odd spellings. But that is all we have in common. Physically we couldn’t be more opposite. My naturally brown/ginger hair, blue eyes, and fair skin just don’t stand up to your striking brown (almost black) eyes, dark brown hair, and olive complexion. I was always jealous you got boobs first. Now, I don’t know how you deal with them.
It was tough growing up, with us being so close in age. We could be best friends one day and the next day we were tearing each other’s hair out. Although you are the only one who still has scars (Nails FTW), I still remember our fights like they were yesterday.
It breaks my heart that we aren’t close. But I look at the paths our lives have taken and I’m kind of thankful we aren’t. While you are a hard worker and are helpful to others, I don’t agree with the parent you have become. I don’t respect most of the choices you have made. I don’t appreciate that you moved away only to take our mother for most of the money she had (Which wasn’t much). I wish you would clean your house once in a while…
I’m offended that you treat me like I’m outside of the circle. I’m put off that you have picked fights with me in front of my children. It breaks my heart when you say that I shouldn’t come visit because all I do is sit and act like I am better than everyone.
But. You are my sister. I know you would have my back in a bar fight; even when you’re putting a knife there.