April showers bring flowers..in particular a Jasmine flower. (RANDOM ORDER BLOG CONFUSING SORRY) That's right my sister nurtures me. We both agree she needs to be my true mom. But I'm better off with the creeper i think. But i spent the weekend with my sister and well we are each others other half and realize this more and more. We have our stereotypes A-the laid back ironic punk country chick- and J -the biggest bad ass that will ever apply for Harvard-. We don't care about anyone else when we are in the same room (in a way). we had an epiphany that the other is the only one we have ever been completely ourselves with, and its always that way. Me and Her no third wheel, no need for it, its simple.
We fight, yell, hit, cry, breakdown, stop and try and smile, hug, squeeze, wipe each others eyes, then make it all better. We love, hug, cuddle, tickle, hold hands, fall asleep next to each other. We talk, about love, likes, dislikes, family, future, memories, tabloids, life, music, books and movies, plans, share our epiphanies, and each other. We experience, workouts, accidents, sushi(or food), pranking, stores, people, fashion, driving, and parties. We laugh the same, talk the same, care the same, both are one of the guys, and are daredevils and ditzes. I have way better style, she is friendlier, I'm smarter, she is better with men, I'm more athletic, shes less lazy, i love her too much, she loves me too much.
Oh this is just the beginning, lets just say i would probably go insane if anything happened to you aprilpoo (but i know you would have depression if something happened to me). I love you and miss you when your not there, your my sister and my best friend and your perfect just the way you are. I smother you with hugs and kisses
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