A few months before the Hillsong album “Beautiful Exchange” was recorded, we started singing a song in church called “Believe”. I loved the song from the beginning. Originally the song had a bridge section in it, and for some reason that is beyond me, in the album version the bridge was removed.
This is my middle brother.
We’re 7 years apart.
But he is the person I love the most in this world.
If it ever came down to it, I would give up my life for him in a heartbeat.
Out of all my brothers, he was the one that was nicest to me.
He was the one who first showed me what love is.
He loved me.
Maybe a bit too much.
He loved his little sister.
He loved his only little sister.
Maybe a bit too much.
The things he has done for me…I can never forget.
I remember crying every night when he was at army training, wishing I could talk to him and wishing he would come back home.
I remember crying on the phone with him when I told him that everything was going wrong when I first moved out to the suburbs.
I remember crying with him after dad had yelled at me for a little stupid mistake which led us to crying about how dad never cared about us at all.
I remember crying in front of him when dad yelled at me through the phone, calling me stupid and forgetful.
I remember crying for him when he defended me against dad. Because I was too much of a coward to stand up for myself.
I remember crying for him because he was crying…for me.
I’ve cried a lot for him and a lot with him.
But my brother is worth every teardrop.
Because I was worth his tears.
Oh, tumblr, I am back. Did you miss me? :)
Update on my life?
Well, I held his hand today. <3 Not to mention, he smiled at me. His smile is just…amazing.
I’m nervous as heck and scared for my college auditions. I’m not prepared at all. And I’m going to cry like a baby when I don’t get accepted into U of I.
I hate rejecting people. I know what it feels like to rejected. I’m sorry for not returning your feelings.
It feels nice to talk to my ex again. But I feel bad because I think he still likes me…but I’ve moved on.
I can’t wait for college. I cannot absolutely wait. I want to get out of the house so bad. I’ve been wanting to get out of the house for years. Why didn’t I just graduate last year?
My parents are effin’ stupid. Well, not my mom, but my dad is. Pride gets you nowhere, dad. Learn it. I hoped that you learned that ever since you distanced our family from all of our relatives and making them all hate us. Thanks. I can’t even hang out with my own cousin who so happens to be a sister to me without lying to you.
I’m just tired.
I’m tired about being stressed out.
I cannot absolutely wait until April.
January, February, and March are going to be hell for me.
But to end on a happier note,
I got accepted into the all the colleges I applied to. :)
And….I held his hand today. <3
He makes me happy.
I don’t know why.
I want to talk to him more.
But I get so nervous.
I don’t know what to say…
But he makes me happy. :)
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