Rascal Flatts fits my life. I'm going to say that up front. This is to the biological brother I've never met. Crazy how strongly I want to know everything about him.
I wanna see it all, don't leave anything out
I wanna know everything about you then
And I wanna go down every road you've been
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live
. . . . . .
Take me there
Dear Big Brother,
I don't even know your name. Only that you're about five years older then me, and that last time my adopted mom knew, you lived in Texas. However, the need to know everything is unbearably strong, I've never felt anything like it. I need to know everything. Your name. What activities you like. Your favorite color. What classes you're good at and what classes you hate. Whether or not we look alike or only have the same eyes or. . . everything. I just want to know about you. I want to meet you. I want to build a relationship with you. I'm probably getting my hopes way up, especially since it was a closed adoption, but I want to know everything. And I don't want to give up on it. I want to at least meet you once. It's driving me crazy that I just found out I had you. Sixteen years of not knowing I had a brother is. . . wow. Do you even know you're adopted? Do you know about me? It's driving me crazy.
My adopted family's okay, I'm treated ok. I'm in shock I just found out about you, though. I don't know what else to put, but yeah.
Wow. . . a biological brother. . . (:
