Brother
There is this line in Milan Kundera’s book The Unberable Lightness of Being that, although articulates something very specific to girlhood, was also written for you, my dear brother. It is not even because it explains any speficic action that you do. It is a feeling. The same place in my body where this quote lives, you live. The utter truth and heaviness of our existence is perhaps allowed to exhale when an accurate metaphor is released into the atomosphere.
Sidenote: “He” refers to Tereza and Tomas’ dog, Karenin, which I think is important to understand going into it.
“He would never understand how she stood in front of the mirror as a young girl and tried to see her soul though her body.”
This quote may or may not be accurate considering someone has borrowed my book without my permission and not returned it. But you get the idea, I have a pretty good memory.
So, this may be a very strange tribute to you on the day of your birth. But what I am trying to say is that I love you, you can do anything with your pure and heavy heart. If I could encrypt a message or cue some sort of whisper in your skin I would say, “you are your best self.” And I would mean it.
Every time I think of you, it makes me want to cry. You live somewhere very beautiful inside of me. Thank you for being a part of my whole life.
And most importantly: thank you for the slow jams.
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