Dear you,
Disclosure: This may turn sappy.
It’s safe to say that growing up with you by my side all day, every day has shaped me into the person I am today. Despite being dressed in matching outfits for way to long, we're pretty good together. You taught me many things that I truly didn’t appreciate until we left each other for college.The days of taking our first day of school picture on the front steps were long gone. 14 hours away from each other; that was different. I remember being more nervous than usual going into my first class, because every time we started a new school, you were always there with me. It should definitely be documented that I got to class early, due to not having to wait for your grossly slow demeanor in the morning. No more yelling at you to wake up in time to find a decent parking spot, no more explaining to people why we fought at our lockers, no more sharing a car (thank god), no more being comfortable. You were kind of like a human version of a security blanket. There if I needed you, but more importantly to switch lunches if mom gave you a better one.
Like anyone can imagine, we had our fair share of arguments, but what siblings don't? These arguments may have been more public than other peoples, but that's what you get when you're with your brother all. the. time.
You were the first person to tell me if my outfit made me look "homeless", or to tag along for a Breaker's Ice Cream run. You didn't hesitate to tell me to quit playing ice hockey because I was "horrendous to watch". The "you're embarrassing the family" comment was never shy of being said either. Truth is, growing up with you was difficult and at times made me wish I wasn't a twin, but it is without a doubt the biggest blessing in the world. You gave me a backbone, showed me how a boy should treat a girl, and taught me how to correctly hit a sand wedge. I blame having minimal emotions and limited girly-girl qualities on you, but that's only the beginning of the list of your influence on me.
Sorry for formally dating one of your best friends, not believing you were good at golf, and occasionally making fun of your fraternity life. It’s all out of love! Inadvertently, you're welcome for DD-ing your butt around, covering for you with our parents, taking care of your dog, and making sure you always match. You are truly one of a kind. The years of fighting may never be completely done with, but only do occur during the short times you're home.
You're the best first friend I’ve had the chance to be born with. Come home soon, Bry. Boston misses you.
Xoxo,
Your wombfriend.
