Letters Never Sent

“We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Dear Emileigh,

Some people are fortunate enough to be born with these amazing sisters. Someone that is not only a family member, but a confidant, a comforter, a loyalist and a true friend.

I wasn't one of those people. My sister had already moved out of the house by the time I was born, heck, before I was even conceived! Even when we were together, though those times were few and far between, it was a strained relationship. She was, she is, so much older than I, we were never able to relate on a level sisters should. We had no fond memories of late night chats, giggling over boys or screaming at horror films.

Instead of this sister, was gifted with you in my early twenties. Yes, we were too old for any of those scenes to be played out, but we have had our share of childish moments.

And we have bonded in a way that transcends a lack of familial and blood ties. You've given me a sense of completion, of finding this other half of myself I always knew existed, but could never find.

I can't possibly articulate the whole of what you mean to me or what you've done for me, but know I love you and appreciate you, even if I don't always say it.

Your Sister,
B