Love Letters

Into the weekend, as we settle into this Love theme, we’ll be sharing some of our personal takes. Here is one of mine, in a love letter first to my little baby brother.

Today, I thought so profoundly of the genuine warmth of my brother.

It’s something he’d said.

He’d said it in that assured sense of someone who is younger having a perfect moment of clarity and sense, becomes aware and with great certainty that someone who is older has most likely lost either their ‘sense and/or clarity’. 

Like the wise-ass kid hitting you with the “Mum, if you talk back to grandpa all the time, doesn’t that mean I can too?”

Or more likely here “Ebun, you get what you put into a relationship”.

Whilst I have a million and one peculiarities to the way that I am so different from everyone else, my brother seems to have inherited the art of the perfect fit. 

Super cool even on a hot day. 

Super warm even to a haughtily annoyed sister. 

And I know this should go in a card or something, or a poem titled “An Ode to Realness”. 

Or some hate mail titled “I sound a little jealous of you”. 

Anyway, know that I love you. 

For your million and one assists as my little brother. 

Anyway, know that I love you.

And don’t think I’m a sucker for your man flu.

Anyway, know that I love you.

Because the world is a big, bad, beautiful place.

Anyway, know that I love you.

So there’s always me rooting for you.

Anyway, know that I love you.

Even where there are questions left unanswered

Anyway, know that I love you.

If all I really know enough to help you with is reading material.

Anyway, know that I love you.

It might not be all the money in the world.

Anyway, know that I love you.

Which if I had, I would totally give you.

Anyway, know that I love you.

As I don’t have all that, I guess I’ll give you more love?

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