Dear Kurt,
I have been meaning to tell you this for ages but, you know... I'm just a chicken. I could never have the guts to say it to you so, like what people always say write it down and don't send it.
I love you
There I said it, well write it but it's the same thing right? Ok so if you were reading this would be giving the paper your really cute sarcastic look. Have I told you how cute you are when you do that? No, obviously I haven't. I think it and unless you can read my mind, God if you are really please don't let him.
When I sore you that first time, do you remember because I sure as hell do, I wanted so much to be with you. I thought 'we need to be together' and when I sang that song I really hope you sore that I was looking at you almost all the time.
That look on your face when I started to sing was amazing, if I hadn't have be really nervous I would have gone straight over there and kissed you. But I didn't what would have happened if I had? Would you have pushed me away? Or would you have kissed me back? I hope the latter.
Oh, no! There it goes again. I keep drifting of and seeing you. Sometimes you're just smiling at me, others you're laughing, singing or others, my favourites, we're kissing. OMG! I'm obsessed!
I wonder if you think of me like I think of you? I hope so because then I have a chance of being with you.
Oh! A great song just came on the radio, Kurt! Teenage dream! I couldn't help it I sang so loud that my mum came in and said 'you can sing when you're with the warblers but not when I'm watching Easterners'.
Love Blain,
(P.S ) I love you x