Letter 25
Dear Y,
You tortured me for most of my life. You were the horrible older brother who always taunted me, and picked on me. But somehow we, always have a pact. I don't remember ever agreeing to this but it just happened. When it's just us at some weird place our parents dragged us to, and there are no other friends, we are like friends. Believe me, it's weird when we do this but it's like we can get along for a little while if it's over someone we don't like. I guess I'll miss you but you probably won't miss me. I never believed you cared about me, but I guess, in some part buried deep in my heart I cared about you.
I care,
Z.
