A postcard

Matt here. The post I had planned for today isn't ready yet. In the meantime I thought I'd share something with you: 

My older brother sent me an email today. The one I haven't talked to in three years.

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"We just got the New Year's postcard that you sent.  It's beautiful!  Thank you."

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I don't think we'll ever agree about who was at fault in the events that split us up. He hurt me more and made me angrier than I think anyone else ever has. To me at least it's clear that I'm in the right, but he disagrees.

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If I'd insisted he see things from my perspective before reaching out to him—building a bridge—I wouldn't have this little tendril of hope that maybe he's ready to stop insisting I see things from his perspective and one day we'll be friends again, even though it can't ever be like it was. 

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I want my brother back.