To my dearest Jane,

Can I tell you something? I wish you were here. I miss you. What, my sister, have I done that you have not? What have I done that has made me so vastly “greater” than you? What has brought me this success that I so ever wish I could share with you? Why am I here without you? It feels as though my life has been filled with open doors. But those doors keep closing and falling apart just as you find them. Why is that? How have I managed to this far while you are still trying to find a door that won’t slam into your face the very second you touch it? 

You must know all of this. You must know that it is stupid and wrong. Oh, Jane, you are every single thing I wish I could be. You are the moon in the night and the stars in the sky and the flowers that bloom in the summer. You are smart and you’re kind and you are so much more than I will ever be. Yet I stand on mountains of success while you… the very floor beneath your feet keeps falling. 

Jane, I wish you were here. I’d hug you till you couldn’t breathe and we’d laugh like little kids. Jane, I miss you. 

And I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. As sincere as one can be. You are my sister, my best friend, my inspiration, and my hope. 

Jane: Happy Birthday. I wish you the success you deserve. For you deserve the world. 

Yours,

John

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