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Until We Meet Again


10 Jul, 2013 09:53 PM

I remember when we were five, I took your crayons without telling you. I remember I accidentally sat on the box and broke all your crayons while I was drawing. I didn't know how to tell you,so I decided to just say it to your face. It took me a while to spit it out, but when I did, I remember you got so mad at me. You didn't cry, but you gave me a pouting face. I gave you a hug, but you kept you arms crossed, and when I let go, you were still pouting at me. I knew you were mad, and I thought you were going to tell mom, but you never did.

I remember that time we got in a fight five years after that, I was so mad at you, but I don't even remember why. I remember it, because it was our first fight. We never fought, the closest thing we had to a fight before that happened, was when we got mad at each other every so often. But this, this was our first ever official, full on, brother-sister fight. We were yelling and screaming angrily over something that was so important then, but probably wasn't, since I can't even remember what it was now. Finally, mom heard us and came in the room. She asked what was going on, and you told her we were doing something completely different. Whatever it was, it made her leave. We stopped and went about the rest of the day. I thought you were going to run to either mom or dad before bed, and tell them what really happened, but you never did.

I remember when we were in 8th grade, when we had Ms. Taylor for math. I remember how she hated boys, so you and your friends would be watched like a prisoner by a guard. I remember you were so good at math, but me not so much. You always got 100% on tests and homework, so I asked you to help me. By the end of the year when report cards came out, I got an A and you got a C-, just a high enough grade to pass. I knew she didn't like you yet loved me, but wow; that was unfair for you to get that grade. You were so upset that you worked so hard and got what you did. I thought you'd be mad and take it out on me, but you never did.

I remember when we were juniors in high school, I went out with your friend, Josh. I never asked you if I could steal him away from you to be his girlfriend and take your time away from each other. Actually, that's not what I even meant to do, I didn't mean to take your friend away. I was dating my twin brother's friend, and I didn't even give you a warning. When we broke up, he never talked to me again, or you again for that matter. You guys were such good friends, and you lost him because of me. I thought you were going to burst into my room and yell at me, but you never did.

I remember six months ago, you took me to Disneyland, just you and me as a brother-sister date. You knew I wanted to go so badly, but with you. You made sure it would happen, since we hadn't seen each other in two years, and you wanted to spend some time with your sister. It was so much fun, it was one of the best nights I've had since we graduated college 6 years ago. Then you wanted to treat me to dinner and told me we could go anywhere I wanted, Red Lobster, Olive Garden, or wherever, and I chose Panda Express. You laughed at me and asked me if I was sure since it was the last dinner we'd have before you left again. I said I was sure, so that's where we ate. You promised you'd take me to Magic Mountain next. You said we would go when you came back from Iraq, but you never did.

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lauren says:
20 Dec, 2013 06:57 AM

i don't brothers, but i really want one.
your brother is so nice.he must be in heaven

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Alex says:
02 Aug, 2014 11:16 AM

This made me cry my eyes out especially since I was never close to my brother

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ssgt joshua r smith says:
02 Dec, 2014 04:29 AM

You know i never was religious before i joined the marines i thought after we died it was just bodies and dirt it's odd I've been called a machine or "military hardware" anything less than human and it was true before i enlisted but now after i left the marines i can't help but believe in heaven because of the men i met in the service caring loyal honest. Hell I'd say if there's no heaven for those kind of people then there isn't enough reason to explain how fucked up life is but to the one who wrote this thank you for sharing and i may not have met your brother but I'm sorry for your loss but i hope you find strength in knowing he was honorable to the end to have laid such a high price upon the altar of freedom

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