We'll never know.

Tonight I realized that I should get used to Cathy's bad habits. Even if she finds it hard to put the oil bottle's cover back after using it. Even if she smokes. Even if she sleeps in the morning and do movie marathons and talk on the phone at nights which makes it hard for me to fall asleep because lights are still on. Even if we don't have the same taste for clothes and shoes and songs and all. Even if she cannot just throw at once the shampoo sachets as soon as they're empty. Even if she doesn't put things in proper places, her shoes and used clothes and bath towel. Even if she annoys me most of the time. Even if I'm against almost her every little carelessness and filthiness and feelingness and laziness and hate for mom and pop. Even if I cannot find a friend in her, my sister, my one and only. You know what? I can never hate you at all. Maybe sometimes or most of the time. But those things are nothing and can never overcome my love for you. I may never been able to tell you this. But I love you!