Today, he told me about his feelings about our old friend (who changed, sadly).

He said he was "hurt."

I told him

"If you ever have to be a weak man, just come talk to me. I'm your big sister, okay?"

and he said "okay."

And i smiled. a sincere smile (yes i have fake smiles cause im evil like that). because I realized. There are times when boys--no matter how strong they may seem--need to share feelings.

There are times when you are torn

like the petal of a wilting rose;

it falls to the ground

and waits for the wind to blow it away.

But one day the sun comes out

and shines towards the hole in your heart,

and you feel a flower blooming inside;

because your older sister is here

to protect you.

And she will protect you

so that 

you will never

wilt another petal.