So, I'm crying again, guys. My brother is leaving tomorrow, for Maine. He'll be gone for four years. He may come back for my graduation, but I'm not sure.
I don't want to say goodbye. . . Who's going to put me in a headlock when I try to give him a hug? Who's going to make me tickle his back while I watch him play video games? Who's going to pretend he doesn't like it when I kiss his cheek? Who's going to pop my back unexpectedly when I hug him? It's true, what they say: You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
I can't write any more. . . So I'll just post this, and leave it at that.
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