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Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
I miss you. I wish you could be here with me, I promise to bring you here someday. Everything reminds me of you, the rain, the flowers… even the morning reminds me of you. Do you remember the day we danced in the rain? We had just come out of the coffee shop when it started pouring. I remember your hair. I remember the way the rain had plastered it to your forehead and the way little raindrops were clinging to your eyelashes. At that moment I was certain that I would spend the rest of my life with you because that was all I needed to be happy.
Love you.
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
I can feel my mind fighting to hold onto the image of you. Your porcelain skin, your eyes that I'm still trying to place, your perfect hair, everything about you I miss. Love you,
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
The city of love. That's where I went today. You'd love Paris, the fashion, how it looks in the rain, it's not complete without you though. The Eiffel Tower is breathtaking. I sat on the green near it and just took in Paris. Someday you and me will stand on the top level and look out over Paris.
Love You,
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
I've decided that Italian coffee is better than American coffee.
Love you,
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
I spent the whole day trying sadly to cook in our temporary kitchen. I burnt the majority of the food and broke a flowerpot (don't ask). Teach me how to cook?
Love you,
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
Do you remember the night we camped beneath the stars? I remember how the night sky glittered with a trillion stars and how the moon made your porcelain skin luminescent. You pointed out the constellations one by one. I always thought that the concept of a string of stars telling a story was beautiful. As we were lying there you told me stories of jealousy, love, hate and curses. You told me that when you were little your mother would bring you out in the yard and lay there for hours telling you about the constellations. I sat there wondering how you were real and how you could be so perfect.
I. Miss. You.
Love you,
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
I. Love. You.
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
I am thinking of getting a Vespa.
Love you,
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
There is only two more days till I'll be back.
Love you,
Blaine
Postcards From Italy
Dear Kurt,
If you are reading this I'm probably outside your window…