Superheroes

We have all been asked who are favorite super hero is. Most respond with Batman, Ironman, Superman etc...

I'm here to tell you to grow up because super heroes like that don't exist, and they never will. Everyone is a hero, and everyone is a villain in their own way. The sooner you realize this concept, the better. However, I believe in people who are your heroes, and they're super to you.

I know you're probably like wow this girl is contradicting herself in a matter of seconds, but hear me out. I believe in someone who was sent on this earth to be your hero. There's a reason why they are placed in your life so significantly.

DO NOT STOP READING BECAUSE I'VE GOT YOU HOOKED!!! THIS IS THE BEST PART!

My super hero isn't Batman, it isn't Ironman, Superman? Think again.
My super hero is my brother.
If only you knew how much I looked up to him. He has been the best friend a person could ever ask for. He's the only person who really knows how to deal with my bullshit. He's the only one I smile at when he steals the socks from my sock drawer. On multiple occasions he's been the reason why I haven't given up. One of the reasons why I'm still here.

(Excuse me for getting emotional over here.)

He knows what it feels like to be in highschool having to deal with the LP bitches and shitty "friends". If there was one person in the worlds opinion I value, it's his.
If I could be more like someone on this earth it'd be him. I've honestly never met someone so patient and willing to help others in my life. Someone who knows what it's like to turn the other cheek. Someone who I can look at and feel like I'm more than just a dusty moth on the illuminated porch light.

P.S. His biggest fear are moth's because "They'll eat your clothes off!"

I thought I'd give you a few examples of how trustworthy he is...

Every time I leave anywhere, he'll always say, be careful and call me if you need anything.

Every time I go to hangup the phone, I wait an extra second or two just to hear his deep, warm voice say, "Goodbye, love you I'll see you soon!"

When I get into a discrepancy with my parents, and decide to drag him into it, he just tries to cheer me up by tickling me, knowing that always makes me feel better.

I've always thought of my life as a rough draft; erasing, rearranging, people scribbling out unnecessary phrases in my paragraphs. But he made me realize life is a Van Gough painting. Life is a Gershwin piece. Life is an Oprah Winfrey show damnit!!!

I've strived to be more patient like him. Although patience and I do not help each other win any spelling bee's, or hockey games. Patience and I are kind of Tom and Jerry... Uhh, Spy vs. Spy I guess. Anyway...

The thing that has started to keep me up at night is how fragile time is. How I will wake up very soon only to walk into the remains of his stupid outdated Brazil-themed room. To only smell the faint scent of how much Axe he used to put on. For the first time, and forever on, there will be another person more important in your life than myself. Let me tell you, your engagement has filled my heart, lungs and stomach with excitement and never ending happiness for you guys, but a part of me will die. I'm okay with that knowing that a part of you has made you feel so alive.

I want my brother to know he is my super hero, and I will forever miss the random dance parties. I will miss waking up 10 minutes earlier to pick your clothes out for you. I'll miss fixing the back of your hair every morning because the way you sleep on it, keeps it standing up like the last tree standing healthy after a forest fire. I will miss all of your friends coming over to visit, and you always finding silly excuses to never exclude me. I'll miss reminiscing about when I was 6 and you were 12, and you gave me a piggy back ride home from school everyday because I was "too tired".

I know you'll be only a phone call away, but lastly, I'll miss having a shoulder to cry on when a boy breaks my heart, when a friend leaves me, when I miss the loved ones who have passed away. I'll just miss you being in the next room. Me being able to hear you snore when you're asleep.

But I hope you know that if I die tomorrow (heaven forbid) I want you to know hands down you are the one that has kept me sane for the last 17+ years of my life, and how dumb I feel because a thank you wouldn't even begin to be enough. I would have to spend a lifetime expressing my thanks to you.

I wish you both ever happiness, because you deserve it. You deserve the world at your fingertips, brother. You deserve a life lived with eternal bliss and sunshine in your soul, everyday.

*I hope you're happy, Nelson... This post made my cry like a baby.*

Time is precious, learn to make the precious moments matter before you look back and realize what you have, is actually what you had.