19 years. Under the same roof, running up the same stair, walking on the same floor and sleeping in the room next to each other. For 19 years I´ve been living with this little human, my other half, and last week it ended. My sister is moving. She and her boyfriend are moving to their new apartment and I am so happy for them, but also very sad. I guess I can say that you don´t really know what you have until it´s gone but it´s not really true. I´ve always known what I have and that´s a person who is always there for me, a person who always made me smile on my bad days, who gives me things when I need them, hooking me up with liquor (haha), keeping my secrets, a person who opens up her heart to ask for advice, a person I can steal clothes from, a person who annoys the shit out of me but still make me laugh, and most a person who keep inspiring me moore and more every single day. I´ve always known that I had that but I guess I didn't realise until now how much stuff that has went down here. All the mornings we spent talking in bed and over breakfast, all the christmas mornings we spent looking at the presents. All the parties we´ve had, the birthdays, the late night snacks, the hard times we had to go through, the late movienights and deeptalk, the fights we left crying, the days we helped when the other was sick, the uncountable times we have laughed until one of us cried, lost our breaths or farted are too many to be rememberd. I know she will always be there just as she always is, but it´s not the same. She´s not gonna be in the room next door, she´s not even gonna be a thousand meters away but further and I´m gonna miss her so much. I´ve always liked the idea of having my whole family under the same roof but I know that eventually we´re all gonna go seperate ways.