Dear Blaine,
I don’t think I’m gonna mail this to you. No, I’ll probably hand it to you face to face. But I feel like I owe this to you. Like I owe you the truth.

Because the truth is I’ve been lying. Everytime I pretend to be fine, I’m lying. I’m never fine. The only time I’m ever even close is that .2 second between dreams and waking where I forget you aren’t mine anymore. And then when I remember.
God, I just want to die.
I miss you so bad it’s not even funny.
I miss everything.
I miss Perfect.
I miss coffee.
I miss scarves.
I miss our future.
I miss our dates.
I miss our kisses.
I miss Coop’s innuendos about our sex life.
I miss taking care of you when you get sick.
I miss everything.
I miss being able to see the letters ‘b’ and ‘a’ next to each other without bursting into tears.
I miss you.
I miss you because I still love you.

And it’s okay if you’ve moved on. I know you talked about seeing Nick, and if that’s going somewhere, don’t let me stop you. Just know that I still love you, always have, always will. It’s not something that I can just...not do.
Kurt.