To Dallas Winston.
I guess you're wondering where I am, what i'm doing, why I left. First of all, i want to tell you why I left without no words, leaving generally to be honest. I'm a coward, i know that. But I had to leave. Tim told me that some people found out, had seen us. His gang. Said they wanted to kill us. I know Tim's been a prick an' all, lyin', sayin' he'd kill me for bein' withcha. But I know that wasn't the case now. He wasn't lyin'. He said that I had to leave, then we'd both be safe.
If it was simply my own life that had been at risk, I'd stay but there's no possible way I can when you're in the risk of getting killed. Couldn't live with it, I guess. I'll just keep dreaming 'boutcha. I'll miss ya for sure. Sylvia will keep you company though. Good for her. Try and stay outta trouble and I'll try as well. Doubt neither of us will manage.
I guess…I guess I love you, Dal. I don't know if you love me or not, won't know either. I just know I'll miss you and I love you. Won't love no other one either. I doubt I'm the kind to keep falling in love like that. Something is just telling me that it's a once of a life time thing.
I just wanna say thank you for sneaking into my room that night. Can't believe you actually managed to make me a queer. Takes some talent. But don't come and look for me. I don't want ya in any pain. I just want ya to try and live a normal life. Try and stay outta trouble. The cops gotta be tired of hauling you in.
I love you, Dal. Please remember me.
Your Curly.
I read over the letter once more before putting it in the envelope and wrote the address to Dallas. I sighed to myself and put the sun glasses on. The cold breeze in New York was making me numb. I liked that. I needed to feel numb now that I had no Dallas, had no love. I missed him, I missed every inch of him. I dreamt of feeling his hands all over me. But people wouldn't accept it. Except us. I put the letter in the mail box and walked down the street, thinking of one thing.
Dallas Winston.