I am always thinking about how my life would be if my brother was still alive. Would I cry this much? Would I feel I have nothing left? Would I feel as if I am the only one how could hold my mother together for my sister? All thesee questions run through my mind when I think of how my lfe would be different. Never in a million years, I would think I would lose the most important person in my life. I miss the little things about him like the way he would laugh, his voice, the way he made things okay, and the way he would through you over the counter and hump you no matter who the person was. I never though I would be the person who made me, me. We were so close and we did everything together like getting chicken pox, to getting going to school. It is hard getting through the days hopong by some chance I would wake up and he would be laying by my feet like the way we slept every night. I miss the arguing and fist fighting we did. I never knew that it would end, if I knew I wouldnt have did the shit I did to him. I didnt want my last words to him be I HATE YOU. I would tell with I could never love him more than I do know. I would tell him all the things I never did. I didnt tell him without him I am lost. I wish I could change the past I would have took his place instead. I would tell him I LOVE YOU. I hope I get my chance to tell him this again.
