It's a recollection of thoughts

It's an exchange of three words that aren't said as often as they should.

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The long wait is cumbersome,

The long wait makes me restless.

It makes you and I both so possessive,

Of the things that should be shared between us.

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But I am still fond, for the days are long.

Anything can happen...

By then, may I still shower you in tunes of I love yous?

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I wish for us to meet, somewhere halfway.

Alas, it's a game of catch up.

But one that does not mean defeat.

Our childhood is still not over.

Our adventure is still not complete.

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Yes, some days it could be better—

I should be better.

Though it may seem I have forgotten how to say the words—

I still love you,

My dearest sister.

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Yes, I have been mean,

The nasty words sully our tongue.

I come to regret what I have done.

But I won't forget,

I still love you

My dearest and only... sister.