Prologue:
My father, was an extremely wise man. One day, in around my fourteenth year, he sat me down and told me something. Something I will carry around with me forever. He spoke quietly, cautiously. As if these words were top secret. I'll never forget. He said, in no less than a whisper: "life doesn't stop, not for anybody." Ever since that day, I always lived life to the full. As full as possible. I went out, when I wanted to go out. I laughed when I wasn't supposed to. I crossed the line. My excuse? Life doesn't stop, not for anybody.
There was always a problem, though. I was an outsider. Barely any friends, if you know what I mean. By 'barely any friends', I mean none. The people that i'd class as friends would be the people that would give me a simple smile as they passed in the hall, or maybe a 'hey' or a 'hi' if I was lucky. They weren't friends. Just people I knew. Nobody ever understood why I was always alone though. I wouldn't expect them too. They're only human. Nobody understood me. I was that kind of person, you know? That kind of person nobody understood. I didn't see things the way others see them. I was different.
I was always different. And then I met him. I met the guy that changed my life. Forever.
Kurt Hummel. He wasn't perfect, but I always said: who is? Sometimes, you meet a person, and you just click. You don't have to pretend anymore. You just.. click. That's how it was with Kurt.
He was perfection in human form, really. Pale skin, red lips, a voice to die for.
Now, you'd think by the way i'm speaking about him, he would of been my boyfriend, right? Wrong. Kurt and I were never more than best friends. I wish I would have told him my feelings for him, before it was too late. I was hopelessly in love with him. And he couldn't see it. I should have told him. And now I can't.
Why can't I? Well that's a strange enough question. I'm now 74 years of age. Kurt? Haven't heard of him in years. I know what you're thinking: why not track him down? Well, like I said: its too late. You're probably wondering why. Fair enough. You deserve to know.
I, Blaine Anderson, do not have long left. Merely a few hours left on earth. I'm writing this down. In a red striped notebook. I'm writing this in hope that one day: someone will find it. And when they do, they'll know my story. They'll know the truth. If you've heard this story before, then please don't leave. Let me tell it. Because i've lived this story. I know every detail. I'd like to relive every moment, every touch, every breath. I only have a few hours, but i'm determined to live again. Through all the good times, and the bad. I need to. Just once more.
