You're my star

I would never wake up every morning without expecting my sister to be just a few feet away. The typical sisters situation, we've always been compared everywhere we are. And I used to care a lot about that. But now, things changed. We are changed. I realized she loves me too much to even bother about how different we are. I'm always the reckless one. The rebellious one. The selfish one. The careless one. The loud one but the weak one. The emotional one. The lazy one, perhaps. But she's different. She's the quiet one but the strong one as well. The play-safe one and the wise one. And I trust her judgment more than anyone, even in the family.

One thing that im grateful for in my whole life, is about how much she has sacrificed living together with me. Like, waking up a lot earlier just to make sure I have my breakfast, doing my chores, making tea or coffee or whatever when we stay up late at night, cooking my two-meals, even fasting for my needs. I can list out more than you can imagine.

Today's her 23rd birthday. Probably the last birthday we can celebrate together before I fly off; and she's not even home. Ugh. What would I do without her? I'm too scared to think about it.
Cie, if you're reading this, from the bottom of my heart, you really deserve all the goodness in life and God's favor will always be upon you. Thank you for loving me endlessly. I love you too.

Cheers.
your sis.

"...but you can't allow your fears to turn you into an asshole".

Here's what Carter wrote to Sarah in "In the Land of Women":

Dear Sarah,

I've been trying to write this letter for a while. The kind you said you'd never received. The kind I've been working on my whole life. I remember being 13 years old, sitting in my room all night, listening to the same song over and over. I thought that if I could write something beautiful, something honest, maybe I could make someone love me. I've taken a lot for granted. I never tried too hard. I've always avoided responsibility. I came here because I was running away. I wanted to be alive. Instead, I met you. I met you, and you weren't taking anything for granted. I hope you got all the moments you deserve. I hope you go back to New York and sit in the Met in the room with the paintings of the Hudson River. And I hope when you do, you take Lucy with you because I know she would love it.
I'm sorry if I've made your life more complicated. I'm sorry for a lot of things but most of all, I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you no matter what happens next, I'll never be anything but grateful for every moment I spent with you. And even though I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say was thank you.

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The kind of friendship I'd love to have. The kind of letter I would want to get. The kind of ending I would want to have. And I will have it, someday in the future.

*Watch "In the Land of Women". It's not bad.

Well, cheers to 2009.

Happy New Year!