To My Partner In Crime,
Thank you. You are my younger brother, but I have learned so much from you. You have taught me how to laugh at myself when I make a mistake and to not take life too seriously. You have taught me that it’s OK not to be OK. Thank you for listening to my complaints about boys, friends and our parents. Even when we were at our darkest moments, you were at my side standing strong. Saying goodbye to you will be more difficult than saying goodbye to Mom and Dad. You are only two years younger than me, and I have looked out for you for the majority of my life. We have been through so much family drama, and you have acted well beyond your years. Thank you for being there when no one else was. I know I can always count on you, no matter the distance.
I’m sorry for not being a better older sister. When I went through my moody phase in middle school, I was a brat and often made a big deal over nothing. Sometimes I say things I regret, and I’m sorry for all of the fighting that's happened over the years. I’m sorry for dragging you on adventures with me and forcing you to go to that Justin Bieber concert, even though I know deep down you had a good time. I have forced you numerous times to go shopping and on Starbucks runs with me. Not to mention I have coerced you into watching way too many reality TV shows and romantic comedies — my bad. Thank you for putting up with me.
I will miss you. I’m going to miss our "It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia" marathons and laughing at our inside jokes. I’m going to miss you being my partner in crime. I’m going to miss you annoying me, because, as my younger brother, you have made it your life's mission to irritate me as much as possible. Sometimes you drive me crazy with your antics, but there isn't a day that goes by that I am not grateful for you being a part of my life.
I have been so used to you living right next door. Now, I am uprooting my life and living somewhere else. This isn't the end, though. I am growing up and moving out, but this is only the beginning. I will be returning home on vacations and texting you randomly to tell you all about my college endeavors. You will always be my baby brother, no matter what. I might not act like it, but I will miss you.
Love,
Your Favorite (And Only) Sister
P.S. I still haven't forgiven you for growing taller than me looking like the older sibling.
