My brother and I grew up in two separate worlds. Everywhere he went, he was found people who liked him. When I see him out there, I can't help but feel like a mistake, an imperfection. I lived in a world of darkness, hating myself.
But then I met you.
Smiling, you gladly took my hand and led me to a place of sunshine, and I met people whom I grew close to. But most importantly, I felt happy, and felt like I was wanted.
Though eventually, the bright sunshine sets, and now that I'm leaving, I have only one thing to say.
Thank you tomato bastardo. Thank you.