love and stuff
i've started telling people I love them; it isn't something i'm afraid of: love, but it's something I never say because it seems too significant to blurt our to just anyone, but i've started saying it to my people back home, and for the first time it feels like a declaration, a reminder, that the people i choose to say it to are significant in my life, to my life, to me–but i still hold the word close to me, like a secret that i can't tell to just anyone because i worry that if i start shouting it from the rooftops, it won't be that specifical word i save for the ones in my life that i can't live without– so i keep it hidden in my thoughts and only share it when the time is right and feeling is true. Being an older sister is talked about a lot: what it's like, how draining it is, how the oldest siblings are the perfectionist with the desire to please. but we never talk about the type of love we have for our younger ones– how it is a different ...