Well it's fairly often that I think back on my childhood...
Perhaps that's why I'm just a little bit off.
I think back on my mother and father, you know, the crazy lolita-complexed sociopath dad that left me because he found out what my mom did in the night...
  What I'd eventually end up doing.
My only non-bittersweet memory really is you, me and your sister's time together, but even that is sad now. Both my mom and your sister were murdered.
   And we were left to pick up the pieces of each other.
We seem to do that a lot now, pull ourselves together for the sake of the world. I never thought of myself as noble, I had never really intended to fight until I wanted revenge.
  But you always planned on fighting, didn't you? Your twin, your sister's death was just an added factor, wasn't it? You have always been like that, noble and loyal and all that. You didn't even bat an eye when I cast my first spell out of my mom's book. The day I decided I was going to follow in her footsteps. And damn, I was only five.

  It's fairly often I want to scream "Fight me" at the top of my lungs to no one in particular... does that make me strange? Well even if I was you wouldn't say so. You've always been like that. You just recently grew enough spine to tell me to shut up.

  I never wanted to ram my tongue down your throat more.

Is that strange to say? Maybe it is...It's quite often people tell me I'm strange, and often I believe them. How many people can say they're a Native American Witch? Well, I dont like that dry term...I'd call myself Indian, but I'm not from India. Damn Christopher Columbus, bastard never even did anything good anyway.

I went off on another topic again, didn't I? I do that quite often in my head...when we're not fighting for our lives anyways. It's quite often we do that.

Well now I'm seventeen, and since I was two I've been trying to write a perfect love letter to you. And while this is the closest I have ever gotten to what I need to tell you, this is also going to end up in that trash can beside my TV.

I'm supposed to be smart, brave and strong...not to mention sarcastic and dry. I haven't displayed any of that around you, especially not since your sister's funeral... It's quite often I think about how it's my fault.

But now I'm realizing I can't write a proper love note to you. All I can do is fight beside you and cheer you from the sidelines as you train harder and harder, trying to compensate for your lack of magic.

It's quite often that I throw away the love letters I write to you, just as I am doing now.

It's quite often I realize words can't really capture the feeling.

It's quite often I realize that "I Love You" just doesn't cut it.

-Blair