The Speech I Didn't Make : Be careful what you wish for lol

Vinegar and water, the most unlikely paired set of elements that's what you and I are. The delight you find in such simple things or the beauty of what I hardly take notice of sometimes or have the patience for. You drink diet coke with a glass of wine and you won't even step out into daylight without looking presentable. My idea of a workout involves a complete sweat out of a hardcore, fast paced, gym class, whereas yours is a toned, graceful, flexible barre, or yoga class, which I can't focus on for more than a minute. I have zero sense of creativity where you make trashcans look like a museum exhibit at the Smithsonian. I hide my nose in books and romance movies while you take photographs and concentrate on non-fiction novels and create masterpieces without a drawing board. I am quiet, you are the social butterfly with the gold haird and the ridiculous amount of shoes, outfits, and trinkets. I hated you. No, that's wrong. I wanted to be you.  Every boy  I ever crushed on, dated, or laid eyes on would ask about you. I couldn't get you to hug me as you did our brothers and goofed off getting away with your looks and charm. Smartest girl in the class when I had to pick up the pace to get to your level. You paved the way for me. I had a quick temper your demeanor was calm and collected. Your laugh would diminish any argument I made. I put on make up hoping to catch up and appear somewhat decent. You pranced right by me, glowing like a Marilyn Monroe on Showtime. I never understood you, I loathed you. I played with dolls, you played with mud in overalls. Now I run in dirt, I fly out of airplanes, go blues dancing. I took your things, and threw them everywhere; you pulled my hair, you stole my eye shadow, got all the dates. We sure made mistakes. You drive me nuts and I don't go anywhere where you are unless I know I can sit still without saying something rude. Guess what? I 'm so crass then I changed your name in my phone to Barbie and I even tried to sabotage what wasn't mine. However, as muchj as I can rant and throw myself under a bus a little on how much I despise your very being, I'm lying to myself. Why? On your wedding day, I put the fear of Hannibal Lecter into your bridesmaids who could try wrecking your moment. I told an old friend of yours to 'shove it' after she insulted you in front of our family. I took your picture before dances, you helped me get ready, did my hair and gave me clothes. You wrote me at college telling me to keep going. You taught me to love being beautiful and let go when our brothers tease me. I hated you. oh how I hated you. I fought you harder than anyone besides mom, heck I even talked about you like an immature six grader. The night I left a love I called you waited, but you never answered. You married a great guy and I resented you. I got in a car accident and you dropped everything. My college graduation present you gave was a purse hand me down you used from our cousins wedding. I haven't used any other purse as much as I do that one. I stained your clothes pink and you scribbled drawings on my notebooks. You worked at a Princess dollhouse for girls and I worked at a movie theatre. You got your bachelors, masters, and are pulling to get a PHD. I graduated with a bachelors in English, grabbed a retail job and then lucked out with a blessing at Aerojet  Rocketdyne. You and I if put in a room together then might kill each other. I bit my lip after I heard what happened. I cursed myself and felt responsible. Mom said I should take a good look at who you are, a really good look. Into my own looking glass, you were this nightmare of a storm I never wanted to come in contact with. Peering into the scope once more, you are the jewel in a pile of coal, the strength, the humor and the joy that radiates our family's soul. I was asked to give a speech on your day and I could hardly get the words out when you were sitting next to my brother -in-law. I told a short story and shuddered with the microphone. I can't think on my feet like you can. Sometimes I just hate you. Sometimes when I hang out with my friends especially my best friends and her sisters, I think about our relationship. We are so different, yet I love you so much. You are my other half. Right now(aka last night) you just asked me to not publicize people's names, our family's or friends so maybe I won't. I can say I don't like you or I hold you with a fiery disdain, but I respect you. I have a feeling I'll be doing the dishes and earning the silent treatment of the worst kind. How dare me, expose my story, told so boldly. This is the speech I'd hoped to say up there that day. You have heart, and a spirit that never quits; even when you would love to ignore it and me. So, this time, no busted knees, name-calling, and game playing. (blank insert name here ;) Truce?