Dearest Kurt

I know you aren't responding to my texts, my calls or my presents so I know you probably won't read this letter but I wanted you to know. I need you to know.

It was a mistake, a horrible, terrible mistake that I cannot get out of my head. It was a misjudgement that led me to him and I know that I am sullied. Dirty. Untrustworthy. All words that if you looked them up in the dictionary would have a picture of yours truly next to them.

My thoughts straight after, they still torture me to his day, it was the reason I didn't lie. I knew that you were the one, my soul mate, the person I was destined to find. I had to be the person you asked for help on the staircase, I had to be the person who jumped in front of that slushie for you. I had to because you were, not to be corny, but my missing puzzle piece.

Did you know their is a Greek idea that humans were once two people and because they were deemed too powerful they were split. That's why we use the term other half was created, so we are always looking for our other half.

You were my other half and it took one mistake to realize that. I should have known from the start but I was so lonely. You weren't answering my calls, you missed Skype dates and I know you were busy but I was worried that this would happen. You promised that it wouldn't and it did.

I found this song a few days ago and it just...fits us.

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

It's us right now and I know you probably have found someone else, I wouldn't expect that someone as amazing and beautiful as you would remain single for long. I hope you find someone special that can treat you right.

I know you won't answer but I'll still await your response anyway, I can hope can't I?

Blaine