There's a brother whom treats me as his little sister, with all his heart. He's my listening ear, my companion. And would always encourage me when I'm down. We seldom meet up, seldom communicate. Yet still, he never once forgotten me. Flash back, I last seen him on 12th July on my birthday celebration. He appeared, with a bottle of Chivas. As promised, a birthday present. He never fail to nag on me occasionally. Wanting me to study and to be a good girl. And would always give me the due moral support I needed when I fell out of love sometimes ago. He was always there for me, always there.
It's been 3 days after his death yet I just came to know hours ago. Too late for regrets, way too late. I realized, that there's alot I wanted to say.
Brother, sounds absurd. If you would ever chance upon this, I missed the way you would nudge me on the messenger, bugging me for sharing new songs with you. I missed the way you would nag me on studies and being a good girl. I missed the way you would comfort me when I'm down. I missed the way you would asked me questions on your relationship. I missed the way you would asked me to comfort you. I missed the way you would tell me that you're bored. I missed the way you would tease me. I missed you, in many other ways.
It's just few weeks ago when you nudge me on the messenger and greet me " meimei " . Just only a few weeks, less than a month. And now, you are gone. You taught me the word "treasure" . The word hit me hard, right on my head when I thought of you. You would be my brother, always. Lastly, Rest In Peace.
