~ my sister ~

That tingling feeling of anticipation mixed with the fear of the unknown and the desire to live or be rebellious. For a moment, breath caught, a beat skipped. The rush. The thrill. The excitement.

All this from ordering and printing off a ticket. I haven't had a period of my life that felt this good in a long time. So consumed by daily life and humdrum that I had forgotten what it was like to really live.

I'm so thankful for my big sister. Her love and support gives me a reason to live, makes breathing that bit more pleasurable and hope for the future. ok she's crazy and a bad influence but i love her anyway. She might live in another country, not blood or legally related but that doesn't matter. It doesn't make me love her any less. Nor does it stop me from telling her how much i love her or sharing moments with her like sunsets, songs, poems etc.