Dear Paul
My dearest brother,
I feel like it’s been years since we’ve sat down and had a proper talk. I think it was probably before I moved out. Since then I’ve felt disconnected from everyone, and particularly from you and Peyton. I’ve been trying my best with him. But I still don’t approve of how he chooses to love and live his life, but I still love him. I hope he knows that. He will always be my brother we cannot deny that as he’s obviously adopted my mind and my intelligence.
And I hope you don’t think that I hate you. I know I haven’t always been approving of your athletics. I don’t quite understand it, and you and I absolutely do not understand one another. But I want you to keep reaching for your dreams, even if I think gymnastics is feminine and a joke of a sport for men.
I hope that one day we can sit down and properly talk to each other. I promise to be sober, I know it’s become somewhat of an issue.












