Dear brother,
Being the older sibling is a difficult job. You've got to set high standard examples and then watch your parents get upset when your younger sibling wants to deviate and set his own. As the older one, I get it. You're not like me. So, you don't score a hundred percent on a math test and maybe you're not supposed to be a neurosurgeon, but I've never thought you were "stupid."
Yeah we fight very often, but we've learned to forgive just as quick because we're partners in crime. We've only ever really had each other, through school and high school, even now in college. You're still my favorite person. But you're growing up and growing apart and I understand that perhaps I can be a little imposing and pushy. I want the best for you, cliché as that is because, I want you to be proud of how far you're going to go. I want you to get there with as few bumps and hiccups as possible.
I won't lie, you broke my heart. I thought we trusted each other enough to be completely honest. It wasn't mutual, evidently. Going my best friend when you should've come to me, because you felt I was judgmental and you couldn't talk to me, shattered me into a million jagged pieces. But each to his own, I respect your decision. I'll be around should you need me but you probably don't, since you have her number.
To quote Clair from Modern Family (S5E24), "Since the day [you] came home from the hospital... we were inseparable. I was his big sister, his big brother, his nemesis, his protector, his best friend. I was his first partner and I loved every minute of it."
Be wise. Be safe.
