Friday 2nd November 2012

My Dearest Blaine,

hey sweetie! I'm sorry for being dramatic yesterday, it's just, six months is a long time. And photos only keep you company for so long. I just miss you, as you would probably gather from all of the letters where I drone on and on about that. Again, sorry!

I seem to be having a better day today, thank goodness. I had an assignment set today to come up with a new design for a broach. Don't get too excited, it's just for practice. Of course I can't expect to get a serious task so early in the game, but I'm sure I will soon! Rachel and Brody seem to be hitting it off great, and he's cute (nothing compared to you though Blainers). It's a shame that Finn and Rachel didn't work out though, they really were the power couple of McKinley. Wow. That felt weird to write. Last time I wrote McKinley was on my application forms. Doesn't time fly? Well...in some cases it does.

It seems so long ago that I was being thrown into dumpsters and getting slushie facials. Haha! I'm laughing now but I remember all of the thorough face routines I had to go through, many of those not being pleasant! That reminds me! Guess who I saw this morning. Dave Karofsky. Well. I didn't technically see him, but I saw an article in the local Lima newspaper that my dad sent me. Apparently he's become a business man with his fiance and has given a large sum of money to charity. Isn't that amazing? I knew there was good in him! Oh! And the charity? To help stop Homophobia and bullying in schools. He really has changed. Then again, haven't we all? I mean, we used to awkwardly hold hands sprinting down corridors together. I have to say, that has to be the gayest thing we've ever done, aside from...

God, you make me blush even when you're not here.

The truth is Blaine. No matter how many times people tell me to stop with these letters, I never will. I can't quite figure out why yet. I mean, yes, I never want to forget what this feels like. But I feel like there's something more. I don't know anymore. I thought that once I could figure it out that I would finally snap to my senses and begin my life without thinking of you twenty-four hours a day. But that will never happen, will it? I can see it now. I'm sitting in the office of my dior grey apartment (the rent is a fortune), obviously working on some new designs. And then I'll realise that it's that time again. And I can see it. I can see it so clearly. The image of me purposely pushing all of my work to one side for what seems like hours to write to you, once again. And that's what it will be like for the rest of my life. I will purposely push things out of the way so that I can write to you, knowing all too well that you won't reply.

I don't know how it got to this stage. But I refuse to backtrack.

I refuse.

You know I'm always, always thinking of you. I love you so much.

Your's forever and always,

Kurt xxx