You think my favorite videogame is for button-bashing losers. You find it funny that my favorite books are classified under ages 9-12. You always beat me at mini pool, shooting at the carnival, peeling fruits. And you never had practice at those. You’re better at running, and making diagrams. And budgeting. You’re this huge nerd trapped in a goalie’s body. I hate it that you’re so much better than me at a lot of things. And I love you because of it. And you’re turning me into a Dong Juan burger, which is to say, cheesy.
I miss you.