Dear Harry,
We are like fire and fire. I am the night and you are the moon. I am the day and you are the sun. We get along so well, people find it weird that siblings who are so close in age can be so close together. I mean, take Mandy and Jake for example. They have the same age difference as us yet, they are always arguing, fighting and bickering. Always.
Whenever I need to rant about anything happening to me, you are always sitting there next to me, listening patiently and giving me the best advice I could ever receive. Although you are a year younger than me you act a year older.
In a way, we are always protecting each other from anything that could happen. Harry, you are a wonderful person and are going to do so well in life. You are popular, but are part of the nice popular group. You have wonderful friends and high grades. You are going to be the dream boyfriend any girl wants because you are kindhearted, you would never cheat on a girl or lie to her, you would do so many things for her that you don't have to do.
And when you love, you love with all your heart. Even if there is a chance your heart will get broken because what is the point of love if nobody goes all in? Love is like the cold pool water. Going in slowly hurts, but jumping in gets rid of the pain quickly. Once you resurface you feel refreshed and happy. Love is something that every human is blessed to feel. It is an emotion nobody can explain because there are so many levels in it. The most famous feeling any kid writes is happy or sad. But never love. In the end, love is the cause of all the emotions we feel.
That is exactly what you stand for, and believe in. Harry, it is a wonderful thing to believe something like that.
The day you were born was the day I finally had someone there. When you are young, you remember so little, pointless things. I remember this one though. I remember the first time I saw you. I came to the hospital with Grams, and I was jumping up and down in happiness and excitement. When I came into the room, I saw you tucked in Mom's arms. Your eyes were wide open, and you were staring at me. Your eyes were a beautiful blue, a blue that I would have been lucky to inherit. They were looking at my face, and I was looking at you.
You were so perfect. Anyone could tell that you would grow up and be a handsome man. And you are.
Harry, I could pour out all my secrets to you and not fear getting judged. You knew so many things that Emily didn't know. You were there when I confessed how I felt about Emily's death, my feelings for Blake, how I blamed myself for everything... Whenever I blamed myself I would go to you and you would give me a wonderful speech about how I should never blame myself and how everything happens for a reason. For a day, or even two, I would feel happy. Or at least happier. But then the darkness would settle in my mind once more and I wouldn't be able to do anything about that.
I didn't want to burden you and have you think of different speeches every few days about how nothing was my fault and nothing should be blamed on me. I wonder if you feel the same about me. I know you give me lots of advice, and you do tell me a few secrets, but I wonder if you trust me and rely on me as much as I do on you.
So although this is an extremely short letter, my thanks to you are unlimited. You are the one constant in my life Harry, and God has blessed me with a unique and healthy relationship between you and I.
I love you.
Your sister,
Jennifer.
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It's Time
Short Story"Time changes everything" One day, Jennifer decides to pick up a pen and paper and write a series of letters to those whom she loves and hates. She pours out her feelings in these letters, documenting her fears, and deepest, darkest secrets. These l...
