I suppose I could have dyslexia when I read all the counter narratives you sent to me over time.

But it’s cute you finally looked. I’m so fucking shook.

All that I ever was is there written in a new order–Same heart, same soul, Same mouth, same goals.

I chose to be heard for who I am, not what the eye could see. And last I checked, this is the land of the free.

I stood up for you

I challenged you

I made you laugh

I cheered you on

I promised you first and foremost, I would always be your friend. And through it all, I accepted I was nothing.

But maiden blood of the Graham’s of Scotland run through my veins.

I am stubborn, I am loyal, I fight for what I want with an impassioned craze. And just as my forefathers commanded me, when it matters,

Ne Oublie–Never Forget.

You never knew the REAL PERSON and now you do. And you finally asked for none of it, so my reply is this:

As you wish,

Seannja-Jannese (close enough)

~Graham of Montrose clan.