I Lost My Sister…
To be honest, I’m not even sure when it happened. We didn’t fade out during high school or college…or even those years that followed, when she traveled the world, and we both eventually called opposite sides of the country our home.
No, it was sometime after that…when we both moved closer to home…and, it breaks my heart over and over again. It breaks my heart to see her at family parties and not know what to say. It breaks my heart to know that we are so uncomfortable around each other that eye contact is ..well, unnatural…and our obligatory “hello/goodbye” conversations are simply disconnected and superficial.
Gone are the girls who once knew each other so well..who knew how to make each other laugh and comfort each other when we cried…. It’s such a tragic and confusing void for me, because I don’t even know what happened. Perhaps, then, I would find the closure my heart aches for though, trust me, I’ve openly tried to understand. I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve for her, but there are still no answers.
So many invitations to coffee turned down, so many blatant conversations about my missing her politely noted and received, yet nothing in return.
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