As for concerned..Till about an hour back, it never surfaced on the sea of my heart that you're leaving for a good while,and expecting you back--Home--in 6 months is a mere pretense of a silly 15 year old.
So,now I hear your mom screaming about the shaving kit,the nail cutter and the money in the XYZ ruck sack.. Didi going hassled with your departure and list of goods, my brother vigorously trying to load songs and movies in the hard drive for you,and I like an escapist sit quietly in this room, alone, trying to hide the panic that screams within.
It's not a panic about if you'll be okay,it's just a panic that asks me-- Will he miss our bike rides? Will he miss me screaming random shit? Will he be back soon,and spend a good deal of hours with me? Will he realize how crazy I miss him? Will he miss me ?
I resign to those questions, the pessimist in me has finally got a chance to creep out of the leaking crevices of doubts. And my brain is double playing a role in the same drama. Deceiver.
My heart is just sad, not a complex adjective is required,no--cause that's what it is--it's sad.
But then again, your sister in me, kicks the butt of that pessimist and rests with the middle finger.
YES. He'll be the same. You'll still be important to him,just like you are today. He'll still remember the trips to 24/7 and the Snikers, and the biking,and the guy help, and the....friendship that we shared.
And as for him giving me a good few hours to catch up when he's here.... I'll kick his ass and make him kick start the bike.
The irritating sister,that I am.
Things will be just the same,
There,I hear you slowly leaving,