I haven't talked to him in a while now.
Ever since he went to university, I get to see him once a month or sometimes once in 2 months.
I guess that's what happens. We grow up and we live our own lives.
I miss him though when I'm by myself in the basement at 3 in the morning.
I'm used to looking behind and I see him on his computer playing his computer game,
or him sleeping on the couch and he gets pissed off cause I turn on the TV.
We were never those siblings that got along together.
We bonded through our kicks, swear words, or those death stares.
I miss him and we have our moments where we we do something nice to each other for a change.
(:
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