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Brother.

The dictionary definition is a male who shares common parents with another. I honestly believe that the dictionary is wrong. I mean, my brother isn't just a random dude that lives in our house. He's my best friend, partner in crime, and my brother all combined into one. I honestly don't think I love any one as much as Joe.

As much as I love him, we're like fire and ice - complete opposites. I am more into school and computers, and he likes sports and girls. I am more on the reserved side, while he is loud and obnoxious. He is good at getting girls, and I pretty much suck at that. There is one thing I know that will never change and it is the most important thing we have in common, our love of mysteries.

Even thought we our like the north and the south, this is one things that we both love and conquer. We make the perfect team. We fit in together like two puzzle pieces. Our love for one another is like a tight bond that will never break.

I have seen some of my other friends and how they act with their siblings. They are the one who bicker and argues and fight but still love each other. For some reason Joe and I have never had that problem. I think it's because our one-year age difference.

Although, we still have our fare share of fights. I remember this one time in senior year when this new girl (very hot), said she liked me and asked me out and Joe was really jealous even though I said no. I was mad at him because he was being a jerk and didn't want to compromise. We were mad at each other and didn't talk to another for four days. It was one of the worst experiences in my life and I hoped we didn't do it again.

Even though I loved Joe, there were a lot of things I hated about him. He was very messy. He left water all over the outer part of the sink when he brushed his teeth. He borrowed my clothes without asking. He doesn't use deodorant. He never spent his money wisely. He changes girls faster than his clothes. And finally, he had a BIG mouth. I am putting extra emphasis on big. He was always a one to be outgoing and to speak his mind and have tons of friends. For one though, he was a hothead. He was always someone to not a filter with emotions and let them flow freely. I am the complete opposite of this. I am calm, cool, and, collected. I think before I do everything and I never get mad. Being the big brother of the infamous " hothead hardy ", I am the relaxed person who Joe usually has to rant out to. I am the one he counts on for everything.

I can admit that even though Joe might have a million flaws, I don't care. He is my little brother and it is my job to accept him for who he is. I love him to death and I would dodge a bullet for him. He is amazing, thoughtful, caring, funny, and generous, if you take the choice of peeling his outer layer off. I think I can safely say I love him a million times.

Shaking, myself out of my thought out Joe, I slowly walked over to my bulletin of pictures. There were a bunch of photos, but only one stood out. It was of Joe and I taken around 15 years ago. It was of both of us in front of the Sheikra in Busch Garden. I had a sick look on my face after riding it and Joe was smiling triumphantly. A tear slid down my eye, as the picture brought back hundred of memories of Joe. I missed him so much.

I then realized why I was thinking of Joe so much. The date was February 21. The exact day 12 years ago he died taking a bullet for me.

I don't think I can ever stop loving him. He will always be in my heart. My love for him hasn't changed. It never will. He is my brother