I have never said this on your face and probably never will, but I love you. I love you from the depth of my heart.
A wreck of an emotional yet an unexpressive person that I am, but the day you got married, it was beyond the bounds of possibility to control my tears. Tears of seeing you getting happily married and tears of being unable to meet you everytime I shall visit the roof we together once shared. Tears of the colourful memories we made throughout our childhood and tears for the times we fought like crazy cats. Tears for the happy times we shared and the moments of chaos when we stood together stronger and united.
That day was hard on me. I had my fears.
Fears of loosing you to unknown entities.
Fears of witnessing a changed ‘You’ the next day.
Fears of having to share and divide the emotional attachment between us.
Fears of compromising on the privacy between our matters.
It felt like giving away a piece that was so close to my heart.
It felt as if my happy bubble was being bursted by intruders.
It felt like being stranded in an ocean with a pirate ship advancing to hold you a hostage while leaving me behind all free.
But now as you are days away from completing your first round of a happy marriage, I am thankful to Almighty for blessing you with the best Mashallah.
For all the times when people inquisited about how many siblings I have and upon learning about no brothers their sympathetic faces that rather looked pathetic to me and still do, I am thankful to Almighty for blessing me with sisters and no brothers or their wives to be talked about.
Because not everyone is blessed with sisterhood, its perks and the feeling of not being judged no matter whatever you share with each other. It is such a delight in life to have a sister like you that calls for having an automatic best friend, soul mate, crime partner and gossip pooler.
Stay blessed today and always for all the years to come.