you asked me if i’d want to go.
yeah, i would.Â we’d drive nine hours together and at some point you’d make meÂ sit in front of the steering wheelÂ as you sleep.Â i’d listen to one of my mix’s and you’d wake up to be surprised at the length of it.Â we’d arrive at a hotel hopefully earlier than 3:00 in the morning, but we’d sleep just as hard.Â we’d visit starbucks regularly and probably go to the mall at some point.Â we’d laugh lots — because you’re so funny and because i’m so silly.Â we’d sit with all your friends from that year you spent away and i’d feel rather outside the group because iÂ didn’t experience everything you did, but i’d wantÂ toÂ be thereÂ because they are part of your world.Â there would be laughing and talking and coffee andÂ lotsÂ of driving and maybe we’d even pay attention to the football game (but mostly the commercials and half-time show).Â i’d spend a weekend with you and that would be the most wonderful thing about it.
so yeah, i’d like to go.Â when are we leaving?
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this was so sweet.
missing you so, so much.
okay. made me cry. happy now?
this makes me sad, i miss you!