There's this wonderful boy.
I've known him all my life.
He's been a lot of things to me: competition, a playmate, a thorn in my side, an extractor of other thorns in my side, a leader, understanding, distressing, an example, a confidant, someone to tease, a teaser, a hero and a brother.
But mostly, he's been a friend.
He's been gone for a month now. I'm realizing that maybe it wasn't just him who didn't do his part to keep our bathroom clean.
I'm also realizing how grateful I am for his example. Even when I felt like I could stand on my own, I always had him to thank for treading the path that I followed.
Point is, I miss this guy.
But I'm so proud of him, and I want the world--or whoever reads this blog--to know that.