Broken strings & Pretty things

The world, seen through a young girl's eyes.

To the most wonderful brother.

I can’t seem to remember a moment where you weren’t there.

From the wild days of exploring the big bad world in our back garden to exploring your new apartment in the big city, I have never stopped seeing you with those wide green eyes. You have always been there: my protector, my inspiration, my dearest friend. My big brother.
Whether you’re sitting in that crinkled leather chair listening to jazz music, or whether you’re walking the streets of London, I know that I can’t escape from you, because you are quite possibly the most important man in my life.

You got me through days which I thought wouldn’t end.
You had enough hope for both of us, even when I couldn’t hope myself.
You were proud of me when no one else answered the phone.
You made gingerbread houses and sang Christmas songs and danced around the house all night with me.
You sat me down when I thought I couldn’t go any more and told me that quitting would have been my biggest mistake. You beautifully right.
You cheered me on at every play or show or event and stayed until the very end.
You took me on wild adventures, whether it was to the next city or the other side of the continent.
You always made sure I was okay.
You had faith.

You believed in me, and you cheered me on and you knew that I could burn brighter. Because you never gave up on me. Because you never left me. You told me to push through it all, because you knew I would do it. And you were right. You always are.
Because you are the most beautiful person in my life. You are wonderfully human and make mistakes and set examples and always teach me a lesson. You’re kind and compassionate and inspiring and more wonderful than I can begin to imagine. You are indeed my north, my south, my east and my west. I talk about you incessantly. You’re the best brother I could have ever asked for, and I honestly cannot imagine where I would be without you.

From when I first met you when you were six, to gazing upon your twenty-four year old face, I still look at you with those wide eyes. You’re still my hero, my friend and my comforter.
You will never stop being there.

Happy birthday, you wonderful and beautiful man.

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