Letter 6
"I can't be your second choice, when you will always be my first."
As a sibling I would say you always have something in common with the other sibling. It's different when I look at my mom and my aunt. My aunt is 16 years older than me. That maybe explains the way we are around each other. The way we were. My aunt and I were a team. Like, my mom and my father, my grandma and my grandpa and my uncle and my brother. We were horse riding together and we slept in her bed while watching Barbie. Some may have that one cousin they are best friends with. That's me and my aunt. That were me and my aunt. I always admired her. Her perfect body, her pretty hair, her voice, her eyes, her kindness and the way she was my perfect ideal of a woman. I loved her laugh and her smile, and the way she danced when she was drunk. I loved how we spend our time in a forest on horses backs and we didn't need anything else to be happy. I only needed to be in a room with her and I was happy. When I got older, that feeling faded. I first didn't know why, but later I found out that my mother were talking shit about me behind my back. And when I realised, I started to hate myself the way she probably did. The way everyone did. Then she got a boyfriend. I mean, I want her to be happy, but we completely lost contact. She will get the sixth letter. A Letter about denial and the beginning of my story. About never being someons numer one.
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