You were the one who I wanted to be. with your big bangs and beautiful eyes. I tried to copy you. You loved Donnie, and I loved Joe. Not close in age, but close in hearts. We seemed to fit together. I was proud of you, though I didn't say it. I used humor to make you smile. I made jokes at your expense, But you didn't mind. I read your poems. I was jealous. Mine seemed like childish scribblings compared to the talent you hold. I watched you, with your cap and gown. I knew you would succeed. I was young. I longed for the life you were about to step into... adulthood. I was naive. You moved away to live with him. I missed you, like I'd miss oxygen. My Angie was gone. I knew he didn't treat you right. It made me sad to see you unhappy. But I kept silent. I didn't want to hurt you anymore. You had a spot of bad luck. I never thought any less of you. I knew something was wrong beyond your control. My Angie knew better. I read the papers, and heard the whispers, but I let them go. I loved you too much to let them get to me. You turned around. You let him go. My sister was back. My sister was beautiful again. You lived at home, and I was happy. We shared so much in late night talks that lasted forever... but never long enough. You moved once more. I think I cried. I knew I'd miss you. Your room was empty, and I was alone, without your love, and understanding. But I knew you were happy. I saw it in your eyes. That made me smile, But it still hurt. You've met your love. He is the one. You'll share your life together. I am grateful for him. He treats you right. He loves my Angie the way she deserves to be loved. You'll walk down the aisle. I always knew you would someday. I'll probably cry, but I won't show it. That wouldn't be me now would it? I love my Angie. I always will. I know she's happy. That makes me smile. May her life be paved with golden streets... nothing but the best for my sister. She'll always be My Angie to me.
Reason for writing:
For my eldest sister. I love her very much.
Birth sign: Aries
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