Dear Brother,
I hate the silence. I hate the space between us it feels too far apart. I pretend to be okay, but deep down, I wish we could turn around and break this wall we've built between us.
I miss your laughter when you thrash me on a soccer video game. The way we argue over meaningless things and make silly jokes that only we understand. The way you lift me on your back when I'm too tired to walk and you let me sleep on your bed at night when the monsters under mine wouldn't let me.
But now, we sit with our backs against each other, holding onto our grudges instead of each other's hands. Forgetting the promises we made for the future. To be better men for Mama and Papa. To hold my hands and guide me through life.
I was wrong. I shouldn't have told Papa you sneaked out of the house last night. I was just jealous you chose to spend time with your friends than me. I've realized my mistake and now I'm sorry. I miss my older brother and want him back.
Please turn around.