Dear Phoebe,
You were full on smitten by the time we reached sixth grade.
Everybody saw it but us.
Everybody knew it but us.
Everybody knew where things were going but us.The heart...
It's a tricky bitch like that.I never saw you in "that way"
because you were just Bee.
My sister, Bee.You don't remember your favorite words from that era.
But, I do.
Bee, I remember everything
about you.Your favorite words were:
fabulous, elegant, fearless, and dilly dally. You spelled them so much that I'll remember them more
than PEMDAS on my deathbed, I bet.My favorite words were:
glitter, magic, fierce, and gumption.
You encompassed them so much that I could never forget
the way you made me feel every time you looked at me.My sister, Bee.
You were always just my sister, Bee.And now, you're nowhere even
close to being called that.🐝
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