Dear Ryan

Dear Ryan,

I don't remember, but i know you would; Hiding me under the bed just cause you thought you should. I was young and you thought you understood, but you sent our babysitter searching the neighborhood.

I don't remember, but i think you ought to; how you'd take our story books, into the loo.
do u remember me sitting in front of you; while you read those books to me, just us two?

I remember we used to build houses out of cards, we would gather every deck we had, so we could cover the lounge room floor. don't you remember? We don't do that any more.

Remember in high school you used to let me to talk to you at lunch, i had my own friends, and i could see you at home, but you were the cool older guy, to which i said hi.

When you got your license, you'd drive me to school, we'd play music up loud and think we were cool. Then you taught me how, i learnt from the best even though spinning the wheels wasn't the best thing to suggest.

We were never really close but i always did look up to you, you were always one step ahead and always focused on a dream. Each year it was something knew, or so it would seem.

Don't you remember? imagine the impression, I found out by accident, about your severe depression.

I had to pretend i didn't know, just put on this show. You didn't even tell our parents, how was i to know?

I know it must have been hard, but can't you remember? We're brother and sister... or is that memory an ember? lost in your mind.

I can't remember, but neither can you. All the good times I've shared with you. There will be more, of that i am sure.

Love always, your loving sister - Aimee