To The Biggest IDIOT Who Ever Lived:

No scratch that, that's being generous. You are the most foolish, silly, brainless, rash, thoughtless, half-baked, unintelligent, dim, wooden-headed dumbass that ever walked the planet. I hope you're proud of that accomplishment.

Chairman Meo is pleased you thought of him and remembered the special cat treats from that shop in the Village. He sends his regards.

Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Alec. Al. No, not Al, that doesn't fit. Isabelle gave me your letter, which I can only assume that you never intended me to read. What an idiotic assumption you made- that I'd ever love someone after you. I'd never love someone in the same all-consuming, frightening, exhilarating, thrilling way that I love you. A love like that never goes away and especially never replicates itself. Duh.

I'm sorry I ignored all your messages and incinerated my cell phone in a rage and then you couldn't send me messages or leave me voicemail at 3 am anymore. It had been a long, demon-filled day. I just needed some time, some space, to be by myself for a while. Sometimes we all need that.

I have magic, but magic won't keep me warm at night. That was always you, and of course the extra blankets in the hall closet, second shelf. Magic doesn't bring me happiness the way cuddling with you does, no, not even reading a super old scroll in demon languages.

Coffee is the mundane's best creation. Actually, it was probably created way back in the day by a warlock and a mundane took the credit. I will always have a relationship with it and please do not be jealous of my ability to refill the cup simply by looking at it. Also it has been scientifically proven that Taki's pancakes and Chinese food can fuel the mind for days on end. Besides, I'm immortal.

I will make you curator of this museum you speak of, specifically in charge of the exhibit: "The Wonders of Nature that are Magnus Bane's Exquisite, Bronze, Sculpted ARMS." I will be in charge of the exhibit entitled "Alec's Abs." I could give out free samples of glitter, maybe we could paint the walls a nice sparkly blue- focus Magnus, focus.

It makes me laugh that you like my eyes so much. Your eyes are the most exquisite blue that I've ever seen. As you know, blue eyes and black hair are my favorite combination. But when I say that, don't believe whatever poison Camille dripped in your ear about Will, because the only one I ever see is you. You remember Tessa? Tessa was always the one for Will. And Jem- well, I'll try to stay focused. Just know that there is not, and never will be, no other like you.

When I drink at parties, I drink to forget my dreams. Dreams of blood running through the city, of the world turning to flame. Of losing you. I drink when I start to forget things from long ago, people and faces that start to blur and look alike when I try to focus in on the details. How did her lips look, what did his earring look like, did she have freckles? When I forget the details, the rest of the face unravels like a tapestry and in another blink of a moment, it's gone. Will...Camille (there's something I always forget about her)…my first love…but you don't want to hear about my past. Or at least that's what I've always thought. Maybe that was my mistake.

Just like I have magic, I have immortality. Obviously you know this. I don't know if this going to work. You have to accept that I wouldn't change it if I could. That to lose it now would mean the end for me. But that would be my choice to make, not yours. And I wouldn't ask you to take on the great and terrible burdens of immortality. I wouldn't try to change who you are. Can you promise, swear to me, that you would never try to change who I am?

I said earlier that my mistake was never telling you about my past. Attached to this letter is a notebook. Inside is a list of the most important events and people who have been in my life. I want you to be a part of my life, to understand. I don't know if this is going to work. But I want to try.

I want to make you smile. I want to chase away all the frown lines that shade your forehead. I want to keep you safe, hold you in my arms and shield you from everything, from your father's disapproval to all the bloodthirsty demons roaming. When you stumble back to my apartment after a fight, so exhausted and gray and sometimes injured- it's like a piece of my soul is hurt. A piece of me that is always yours, never mine again. In all my years of loving others, I've never had that happen before. You are my first so many things, Alexander.

And of course that shirt is yours. In fact it may actually be in your closet. Understand that I could never fill an Alec-sized hole in my life, because you are the only Alec who would fit.

So I guess you better stick around. If you check your back left pocket, you'll find the key to my apartment. Whenever you're ready, come over and we can talk. Or I can memorize every inch of your body with my mouth while we cuddle and hold each other all night long. Whichever.

All my love,

Magnus xoxo

P.S. I'm glad you liked that leather jacket. Would you perhaps like a purple one with your name be-dazzled in rhinestones on the back?

And they lived happily ever after. THE END.

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Until next time,

~ xx Lady Knight xx :)