Dear darling little sister,
You were so annoying. You followed me around, copied me, and told on me for no reason. Yeah, I probably pinched you; but, you deserved that one. Let me ask you this, when did I fall madly in love with you? Now I hear that you are going through your first heartbreak.
I might be a few years older than you, but I remember the pain of a heartbreak like it was yesterday. Maybe only because I am heartbroken for you. This sucks, doesn’t it? This is feeling that you feel, this horrible, terrible, no good, very bad empty pit in your heart, I know it isn't easy. At this point, nothing will heal it right away. Nothing but time heals the wounds. Someday, you, my broken hearted baby sister, will meet the most amazing love of your life. This pain is something that you will be so proud to have. I sound crazy, right? I promise you that this pain will be rewarded by a new relationship. A relationship that is 100 times better than this past experience.
Momma always said it and I’m going to say it too, “This too shall pass”. I know, you’re questioning me, asking if it really does. Looking at my friends now, four years later, as we all miserably do homework, sharing inside jokes and many laughs. . . it does. This heartbreak creates this new and improved you. At this point, this new and improved you will be unstoppable.
Speaking of mom, does she hold this family together or what? If she can keep it together during this traumatic time of watching her daughter's heart being broken, that's strength. There is the number one proof right there that you’ll be fine. Sister, you got me and this whole family to lean on. This family loves you, baby sister. Don’t forget that.
If there is a tear rolling down your cheek as you read this, I suggest you wipe that right now. Go look in the mirror. You see her? You see that beautiful girl? (If you’re shaking your head ‘no’, I’ll pinch you, just like when we were younger.). That girl is who the rest of the world sees. Hang in there and wait for tomorrow. It may be cloudy, but the sun will still rise.
Truly, I’m writing this letter because I am probably not smart enough to get away with killing him.
From,
Your big sister that cares about you so much.
"He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds." -Psalm 147:3
