The nostalgia I feel flipping through old photos,
tiny you and tiny me,
your little arm wrapped around me —
a memory so tender it aches.
There's a swell in my chest,
a sting in my eyes,
and ringing in my ears;
remembering our voices entwined.
Through broken legs and high fevers,
through thick and thin,
from little shenanigans
to shushing me when words spill too loud—
always, it’s you.
Whenever I’m sick, I want just one thing,
more than any medicine, more than rest —
you.
Your laughter, your teasing,
the way you fool around
until I forget the ache in my bones,
the fever in my skin,
And remember only joy.
You cure me in ways nobody ever could —
a grin, a joke, and
the warmth of being loved
by a brother like you.
From vacations in Thailand to staying at Stockholm,
from going around the world in 80 days,
to staying holed up at home,
The only place I want to be is next to you.
I count my lucky stars and thank god,
every day in my heart, that if nothing else,
I was bestowed the greatest gift anyone could get;
you.
A blessing of god, from the moment I opened my eyes to you,
handcrafted as if He knew,
All I could ever need is you.
I have what others don't, a caring, loving brother,
who thinks of me almost as much as I of you.
A sweetness beyond measure,
greater than any material thing,
because it is something I share with you.
I pick fights for nothing, just to rile you up,
and pretend to be annoyed whenever you do the same.
I find ways to get under your skin,
and toss around unwarranted jokes—
But beneath it all, my love runs deep.
My only wish to God:
May nothing bad ever touch you,
May no tragedy ever befall you,
may your smile stay etched wide, your spirit bright,
Your heart healthy and glowing forever.
I vow, clear, and true-
No distance can dim the bond we share.
My brother, my confidant, my bestest friend—
A love that will not break, nor end.
My love for you is unending.
Through every fight, every storm,
I’ll always come back home to you—
and you, to me.
I love you, to infinity and beyond,
forever and always.