Every Couple Has Two Stories

My Relationship With My Sister Is So Central To My Life. She's My Closest Friend, My Biggest Supporter, And I Know She Would Say The Same About Me.

Throughout The Ordeal, I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier Than Being Sad. Anger Was Something I Could Control. I Could Settle Into An Easy Rhythm Of Blame And Hate. Focus My Energy On Something Than The Ache In My Heart.

My Head Spins As I Glance Away, Refusing To Get Sucked Back Into His Gaze When So Much Is At Risk.

I Find My Voice And Manage To Say Those Three One-syllable Words Back To Him. Words I Haven't Uttered In A Very, Very Long Time. Words That Meant Nothing Before Now.

And Like A Favorite Old Movie, Sometimes The Sameness In A Friend Is What You Like The Most About Her.