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dear,
brother.

8 days. 8 days until you have your wedding. 8 days until you leave town for good with the one person who makes you immensely happy. 8 days until you escape. and oh god, i'm so happy for you.

i admit, it kinda sucks seeing you leave. i mean trust me, i'm so happy that you're doing something that will take me another couple of years. but at the same time, i'm gutted. i will miss you. you're the closest thing i have to a proper family.

i will miss that.

i will miss you.

8th november.
thats our day.

thank you for that saturday. it was probably the only moment in my life that made me feel close to my family. you are my family.

we talked about things. about my problems and yours too. we talked about music and the future and your fiancee and my crush. we talked about things that i never thought i'd talk about with my brother. things i wouldn't dare to admit.

you know what part i remember vividly?

the time you showed me your tux. our family believes that showing your wedding outfit to any family member brings bad luck. i reminded you even though i'm the last to believe that. but do you remember what you said? you said,"fuck that. as long as i have you, i'll be just fine."

it took me by surprise. not just because you swore but because you trusted me. you always have. you always said i was your luck and that every time i was beside you, you'd win any game of fifa. i cant believe you still believe that.

you said that i was your sister. always. and that you would keep your promise.

i promise too.

i promise to make you proud.

i promise to be the best of me.

i promise to find ways to help you.

and most of all,
i promise to be your luck.

love,
the one you notice.