Sarah Liriano

Hey Paul, I want you to know that I'm stealing your sister, she's mine now. I'm taking her from you in all of her blissful and beautifully bright glory.

When I see Sarah, I automatically see a girl I could easily call my little sister. She is someone that I want to see grow up and bring the world to its knees. If anyone should ever hurt her, and I find out about it...you should just consider yourself dead...not even close to joking.

In a way, I feel that Sarah is a little like me. Sometimes I find myself awake at two or three in the morning, writing or just thinking; and a notification will show up on my phone that someone has liked or responded to something that I had written and posted late at night. Ninety-nine percent of those times, it was Sarah. Seeing her name pop up on my phone always made me smile, and it continues to.

She is The Valley's Kindred Spirit, someone created in likeness to The Valley's heart. I like knowing that the nights I'm awake and dreaming Sarah is up right along with me. She is always one to be wanderlust. Her soul burns with the need to find places; new places, old places, beautiful places. She has the desperate need to search the world and discover every last beautiful thing, including herself. She and I share that unique quality. My sweet Sarah is one of a kind and she shall stay that way. No one can duplicate or replace her. She is and will forever be my precious little sister.

Baby Sis, I love you like I’ve lost my mind. You are so precious to me. I know for a fact that I’m your favorite older sibling. Just let Paul down nice and easy, I'm sure he’ll understand.