It was so nice to get your letter! See? Writing can be fun! Just wait, when we’re old and wrinkly we can look back on these and marvel at how young we were and how happy we were. You’ll thank me one day, just you wait and see.

Sometimes I take your letter out at night and read it under the sheets with my torch. It’s very clich�, I know, but it makes me feel like I have a little part of you with me here in the middle of the wilderness. Hopefully this can give you a bit of wilderness in civilization.

In other news, the boys nearly killed me yesterday, “for science”, naturally. I’ve had almost as much science as I can handle at this point. Let’s just say that testing the speed of acceleration of a human being is less than fun when you become the subject. We had to have another talk about science boundaries. Honestly, I’m not sure that anything went into their heads but so far no one has died. We’re going to keep that in the positive pile.

I am so excited for Parent’s Day. Just think, only four more weeks and I can see you and kiss you and hug you and mess up your hair. It’s going to be magical. The boys are all dying to meet you as well. Apparently I am “super mushy” whenever I mention you which is “all the freaking time”. On second thoughts, maybe steer clear of Max. And if anyone asks you to take part in a short experiment, run.

I was so happy when you told me about fashion class! I’m so glad Carole decided to take you there; I know you’re going to do an amazing job. There’s a little girl here who reminds me a lot of you and your fashion ways. She was less than impressed with my Hawaiian shirt that I wore to the bonfire last night and refused to sit beside me until I changed. Yes, I think you and Casey will get on very well together.

I still miss you Kurt. I miss your laugh and your smile and the way your eyes sparkle when you see something you love. I can’t wait until I see you again. I look up at the sky every night and the stars are so bright here. They remind me of you, of how you are a star and you don’t even know it. You’re going to ace that audition, I know it.
I suppose I should go now for dinner, but know that I miss you and I love you and I await your next letter with impatience.

Forever yours,
Blaine