Disclaimer: If I owned Madoka Magica, there would be no fanservice whatsoever.
Dear Madoka,
Why can't anyone else see you? Mama can't see you. Papa can't see you. Homura couldn't see you, but she believed me when I talked about you. She was always sad, though, when she talked about you. Even when she smiled.
Mama and Papa don't really believe me. In fact, they're a bit worried that I still believe in you, despite the fact that I'm now eight years old.
You always look different when I see you in my dreams. Your eyes are pink instead of gold, and your hair is much shorter. It's only in the pigtails; it doesn't have the long flowy part. Sometimes I see you wearing a frilly pink dress, but usually you're wearing a school uniform, the same school uniform that Homura used to wear before she graduated from middle school, or other you'd wear clothes. I'm always still really little in my dreams.
My dreams of you have given me guidance, whether it be how to help people, or how to properly tie a knot or a bow, or that one of the best ways to wake Mama up is to throw open the blinds.
I've noticed that while you don't really appear to have a set age, you also don't age. I'd say that you're anywhere from 14 to 18, but you've been that age for longer than five years. In my dreams, you're always somewhere from 11-ish to about 14. I'd guess you'd be about 19 now, if you aged. How old are you?
The other kids at school tease me about you. They ask if you're my imaginary girlfriend, which is gross. But sometimes when I tell them that I don't want a girlfriend, they ask if I want a boyfriend. I don't want a girlfriend or a boyfriend. I just want friends. Ones that aren't about 11 years older than me. Friends that everyone can see, not just me. It's not that I don't cherish you, it's just that I'm a bit lonely. Perhaps it'll get better when we move to America for Mama's business trip? Then again, I can't speak English that well. I'd wish for a friend, but Homura always used to say, "You can't just rely upon a wish to get what you want; you have to work for it."
Have you seen Homura lately? I can't find her. It's been three months since I last saw her. She was really sad, and her soul gem was rather dark. She told me to always believe in hope, to always believe in you. "Of course I will," I had said, "it's silly to not believe in hope." Those words, other than saying goodbye to each other, were the last words we've said to each other. Can you please help me find Homura?
Why doesn't anyone else believe that you're real? Why can't anyone else see you? Are you lonely? Do I ever annoy you with all of my questions? If I do, just tell me. But, hey, at least I'm someone who knows you exist, unlike the rest of the world.
I know you're real. Because no matter what, you're my sister. And I love you.
Your brother,
Tatsuya