Kurt,
You would think I would write a note to my parents. My best friend. God.
I have a lot to say and at the same time I have nothing to say at all.
Your head gets a little funny when you're prepared to end your life.
I'm going to tell you about the first time I fell in love with you.
It was freshmen year.
I, like every other teenager, was scared about my first day of high school.
I had just moved so I had no friends.
There was no one that I knew, no familiar faces.
I bumped into someone and the book in my hands fell to the floor.
I bent down to retrieve them.
Someone else helped me pick them up.
I saw that lush brown hair.
The indecisive eye color.
I muttered a thank you.
You're teeth gleamed a "You're welcome".
That's it.
I doubt you even remember.
But that was the day I fell in love with you.
I didn't want to write this about the names.
The threats.
The abuse.
The hurt.
The Pain.
I wanted to make you smile.
Ever since that day, I've always wanted to see you smile again.
To see those perfect white teeth one more time.