A World Of Broken Thoughts

Dear Sister

I don't know if I say it enough:
Thank you.

Thank you for being crazy.
For laughing at the little things.
For the stupid inside jokes.
And hours of
giggling
for next to no reason;
dancing
although we can't,
and singing
like we can't.

Thank you
for knowing what to do
when I don't.
Or being ready
to find out together.
For being confident
in who you are.
And letting me be stupid.
And myself.
And confident in my mistakes.
And for loving me
and knowing how to be there
even when I don't need it.

And we'll fight
more than we'd like to admit.
Because we know
we'll always love each other.
Even when we are angry.
Or screaming.
Or crying.
Or laughing.
Cause that's how
it's always been.

And sometimes
I won't be able
to tell you what's wrong,
because I won't know,
but that'll be okay.
Cause you will just be there.

I love you.
And respect you.
And look up to you.
And laugh at you.
And laugh with you.
And sometimes it feels like
I don't say it enough.