M. L. Forrester

The music is still blasting from my sister turning up Silent Drive.

I was just reflecting on our whole relationship; it is I suppose impossible to explain where I stand with her in many a sense. When I'm 3000 kilometres away we talk like the best of friends, and I'm not hesitant to spill anything to her. But the stickler is I'm rarely 3000km from home, and that leaves us barely talking. We talk when she's still drunk, or when we're the only two home, and I guess I can't be totally unhappy with that.
It just makes me content to know that my sister is still around, she's just physically there and to me it proves that someone has gone through it all, grown up in our family, and still retained emotion after the whole journey. I never talked to Cath too much, now she's moved out I feel closer to her due to the absence of our fairly regular fights when anything was slightly wrong. I honestly never fight with Mere - at least in the last few years, admittedly. Now I'm (and she's, I guess) maturing beyond truly childish altercations, we just simply get along.
I don't know if she knows that I value her that much - I'm sure I told her when I was in Germany or wherever else I was, but since then we've practically never talked.

I <3 you, big sis. hug hug hug.

Maybe I can find her livejournal and let her know. I've seen her updating it or something, but I didn't catch her username. Let's play detective.