Ouch.

Dear Brandon.
I havn't talked to you in years.
I havn't talked to you since that day.
I was so young but you meant so much to me. You were the brother I'd do anything for. I loved you so much. My kind, hilarious, fun, older brother. That's how I thought of you.

Your favorite song was Kryptonite by Three Doors Down. I nicknamed you Superman for that. I don't know why I'm thinking of you now, but I remember playing that at your funeral. Over. And over. And over again.

I was only 10. When you died I felt like I had died too. Its been three years and I still havn't gotten over it. I still miss you and I still love you. It will always hurt and I'll always love you.

You'll always be my superman.

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