When I found out that my sister’s getting married, I was sad and happy at the same time. It’s a natural reaction but a truly selfish one, too.
We weren’t that close when growing up, that’s why it gets me thinking whenever someone comments that my sister and I seem pretty close. Our younger selves frequently clashed and we had different likes and interests. But I guess growing up doesn’t just change people. It changes relationships, too.
Our personalities are way too different. She’s an extreme extrovert, and I’m an awkward introvert. She’s a Choleric-Melancholic, while I’m a Sanguine-Phlegmatic. She shines and thrives in the spotlight, while I cower and flounder under it.
But despite all our differences, I can say that no one else knows me as well as my sister does. Maybe because we share the same room and the same bed all our lives, and all our fights and arguments let us thoroughly understand each other’s quirks. Or maybe we just matured and realized that we’ll always have each other’s back.
We’re not the type to be sweet and cheesy. We were already grownups when we stopped cringing when we kiss and hug each other. We’re not the type to have heart to heart talks about our wishes and dreams, or to pine over our love lives while we lay in bed at night, trying to fall asleep. We share a lot of things, but there are just some things that we don’t discuss with each other. [Read more…]