Sisterly Love
I have the best sister ever.

If you told me when I was a child that I would ever get on with my siblings I would have believed it of my brothers, but never of my sister. Then we reached a point where we said, either we go our seperate ways or we fight to have a relationship. We chose to fight. And my god we did. It took tears and blood and gore, and a hell of a lot of honesty, but she is now my closest girlfriend.

When I am feeling at my lowest all I have to do is be around her and I know life will be okay. She doesn't even have to say a word. All she has to do is be near me. There is something about her that is magic. I'm not sure if it is her, or if it is due to how much we had to fight to have this relationship, but as long as she is in my world I can make it through my darkest moments. And coming from a family where depression is an overtaking force, there are a lot of dark moments.

I'm sure I irritate her to the utmost. Frustrate her. Make her angry. But I always know that when I cannot carry myself, she will.

When I laugh, I want her to laugh. When I cry, I only want to be around her. And when my heart breaks, as it does now, just her smile makes me know that there is something better out there for me. There is something about her that makes my life good. I wish I could give back to her what she gives to me.

I wish I could be as she is. So beautiful, both outside and in; so loving; so good at everything she does, and so talented at everything she touches. But most of all, I wish I was her sister. And I am. And that makes me one of the luckiest people in the world.

Maybe she will never really know just how much she has meant to me. Just how much her presence has saved me.

For someone who makes a living out of words, I have none. Not any that can really express the extent of her influence on me.

For those of you who know her, know this: she is the best person in my life.

I am so glad we fought for it.