Living my days without her sure shall.. kill me badly. You know, maybe if she was still in Jakarta at this very moment, she wouldn't be here, at home, with me. She'd be out with her boyfriend and friends, hanging around and having fun since it's Friday night. But I'd not complaint, because I know she'd be there with me at night anyway.
I've had her for my entire life... and I'd still her tomorrow, next week, next month, next year... next century.
I love her so much.
She is the first person I run to when I break down.
She is the first person I share my stories.
She is the first person to know if I'm not okay.
She is the first person to know if I'm happy.
She is always the first person to know me better than I know myself.
Hell i promised her not to cry because she'd leave. But now I am. At this very moment, while typing this. Can't help my tears no more.. I've missed her already.
It may be hard for you to find a good sister, because the best is already mine.