#624
20120223 @ Thursday, February 23, 2012
...I silently wish each and everytime I look up that one day I'd see them again. One day. I wish that maybe one of these days, as I walk down to the bus stop or even to Coles, that perhaps I'll hear those familiar sounding footsteps walking behind me. I'd dismiss the thought of it ever being him, and I'd continue heading to my destination. Maybe that day whilst I'm at the self-service cashier place, that perhaps someone will tap my shoulder and I'll turn around to see him, in the flesh. Him, the one whose closer to me than my family, closer to me than any friend I've had. The boy I've known since I was 3, the boy who continuosly lied about his past, only to reveal it to me at a better time. The boy who I watched grow, and the boy who's footsteps I want to follow. He's my role model. Not Dad, not Mum but Nick. Nick was my imperfectly perfect brother. It may not be by blood, but that has not one inch of significance to me.
Or maybe it's just wishful thinking...
RIP Nick.