Blaine,

��������������� I just got your voicemail, the one where you told me you’re joining the army, that you’re shipping out to boot camp in a couple weeks. And not to call you before I left because we already said our goodbyes and you can’t stand to do it again. So I didn’t call, but I needed to write this because I’m leaving for London tomorrow and I need to understand, Blaine, I need to understand why you would join the army.

��������������� Is this why you deflected all those questions about your plans? Why you distracted me with questions about London and RADA? Blaine, there’s a war going on – you could die! If you want to change the world, I don’t know, go become a doctor and cure cancer or something! You don’t have to play the hero, be the savior. Seriously, Blaine, have you lost your mind?!

��������������� Please, just, reconsider. I’ll send you my number when I get a European phone, though it’ll be expensive to call. I’ll send my address, too. Call or Skype or something, if we’re ever on at the same time (between the time difference and my hectic schedule I kind of doubt we will be).� Can we talk about this? Please?

��������������� I love you, Blaine; I don’t want to lose you.