Brothers are weird. They are loud, unsanitary, never stop eating and sleeping, yell at TV screens with big headphones on when no one is even in the room, and the words, “Seriously, please stop," are clearly not understood. In fact, those words may or may not be a different language to them.

But brothers are freaking awesome.

They are the best and most important guy in your life.

Even when you absolutely can't stand them, are furious with them, yell at them, jokingly make fun of them, or forget to say goodnight, you somehow start to feel absolutely terrible. You can't stand hurting their feelings or seeing them upset. And even though they slightly and secretly upset you quite often by insulting you with their “jokes," as well as ignore you 85% of the time when you ask them to do one simple thing, somehow you forgive them automatically. But somewhere along the lines of brothers hurting their sisters' feelings and ignoring them, we do the same thing.

So, to my not so little brother, I am sorry, and thank you.

I am sorry for the little things like ignoring you when you are talking to me because I am on my phone having a conversation that isn't half as important as talking with you.

I am sorry for not letting you DJ because its “my car" (I know you hate my music).

I am sorry for always asking you about girls and teasing you about them, I just want to make sure you're not talking to anyone I wouldn't approve of — I mean, I am your older sister…my opinion matters!

I am sorry for not hanging with you more in high school because I was always with friends, or a silly guy. Half of them weren't real friends anyway, and you are far more important than any guy.

I am sorry for not making it to a single football game last season because I was in college — that won't ever happen again.

I am sorry for getting mad at you way too quickly when you used to ask me to help you with your homework — everyone knows my patience is terrible, but honestly, you're way smarter than every one of our siblings, you just have to put the effort in. (Mom and Dad know it too.)

I am sorry for turning your video games off when I am trying to have a conversation with you — that's low-key messed up, and I didn't know how serious you took your Call of Duty missions, so my bad.

There's a ton of things I am sorry for, but there are a ton of things I need to thank you for, too.

Thank you for coming into my room after mom, dad, and I get into an argument to see if I'm OK.

Thank you for actually giving me a hug when you see me cry, and asking if it is because a boy did something.

Thank you for answering my text to meet me in the kitchen to get food late at night because I am scared to go down alone.

Thank you for coming into my room, and vice versa and just chilling with me even though we both are usually on our phones. It's still enjoyable because you repetitively show me vines that are incredibly dumb, and it always makes me laugh.

Thank you for face-timing me when I am in college, and always laughing at my jokes that you don't think are funny.

Thank you for always having my back with mom and dad, and not ratting me out. Seriously, I would be so done if it wasn't for you.

Thank you for still asking me to hang out even though you're a hot-shot now who is about to be allowed to drive. It secretly makes me feel really cool when you ask me to hang out.

Thank you for telling me when I dress “weirdly," and always being honest when I ask you for advice about boys. Which may not be often, but when I do, you always make me feel better.

Thank you for making me go to the gym with you and not laughing at my attempts to lift weights, even though I totally see you in all the mirrors snap-chatting about how much of a joke I am.

Thank you for trusting me, too. It's hard finding a balance between being a big sister and trying not to sound like/be a mom too.

There are things sisters have to do and things sisters should do, like I said finding a balance is tough. But either way, thank you for always feeling like you can talk to me because that also makes me feel cool. (lol)

You're my least favorite person sometimes, but my best bud all the time. You're the most stressful and loudest man in my life, but also the most comforting and funny. You are my other half that I could never live without, and there's not a doubt in my mind that I will find a guy one day with some of the same qualities you have. But until then, you're still stuck with me — and I have a feeling it's going to be a while.