It's a little corny but I want to write down a memory from this past weekend that I don't want to forget.
Cousin's wedding up north. Family and friends a'plenty. Booze flowing. Feet sore from dancing.
My brother walks up to me on the dance floor, puts his arm around my neck/head and gives my sweaty forehead a big kiss.
My brother and I don't always get along but he's got my back and I know it. And vice versa. It's a good feeling. I got to dance a lot with Captain Mikey that night and I'm a lucky girl for it.
Sibling love. <3 br="br">
P.S. My brother is a Pilot, hence the silly name. He was one of my cousin's groomsmen so it was even printed that way in the program at the wedding, hah.
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