November 30, 2007
In my sixteen years of existence, I have never been separated this far from you. My heart can no longer encapsulate my yearning for someone at a distance. This may sound a little weird but I miss you. I really do.
This twilight, while everyone else is dreaming and there's no one for me to speak with, I miss you.
I miss the movie marathons we'd had due to boresome afternoons in the harbor. I miss our karaoke moments when we would sing our hearts out notwithstanding the unreachable notes of Josh Groban and Mariah Carey. I miss the summer before my freshmen year when you handed me a piece of paper engrossing the things I should say in front of the crowd. Yep. That was how much you wanted me to experience a perfect high school life. Your encouragements I miss - I wouldn't had the guts to take the risks I dared if it weren't for you. You had always been someone whom I can draw strength from.
You're the kind of person any family would be proud of. I am proud of how you journeyed with flying colors. I am proud of you for winning the student council presidency election. I am proud of you for being an exchange-student in Ateneo. I am proud of you for earning the Business Plan Competition award. I am proud of you for being a part of the Ayala Leadership Congress. I am proud of you for receiving an achievement award on your graduation day. I am proud of you for grabbing the Johnson&Johnson job offer, and having the courage to quit it. More than ever, I am proud to have you as my brother.
I just don't see you as Gian, my kuya - but Gian, someone to be looked up to. I see you as someone I could never be.
Yeah yeah, Angeli is in senti-mode. Well your clueless mind does not possess the fact of how much I anticipate your homecoming. For the whole lot of your 22 years in this world, I hope you're not just a year older, but a year better. Happy birthday Kuya!
Sincerely yours,
The world's greatest sister.
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