09.03.12
Dear Blaine
I probably said this before but I'm saying it again: you are insane. First class mail takes three to five days to get from me to you - I'm pretty sure we both researched this before. But, if you want to make sure, I've dated my letter. Does that help? (You know, I wouldn't sink this far into madness if it wasn't for you.)
I promised myself I wouldn't write a soppy, gushing letter about how amazing NY is (because you're not here) but - oh, my God, it's amazing! I've not seen much of the city yet; I've been busy sorting out my room and getting to know my roommate, Alex. He's pretty awesome - and straight, before you start to get all adorably jealous. He knows I'm not; even if my divaness didn't give it away, pretty much all I've been talking about since I arrived it you.
I miss you. I miss you so much. I can't actually put it into words. I wish you were here. Stupid age difference. Stupid 532 miles distance. It needs to hurry up and be Christmas. I just want you here, keeping me warm as we snuggle in bed and listen to the hub of the city as the snow falls. And no one knows my coffee order here. I actually have to tell people what it is. That's the worst part. It's depressing.
I wish I could keep writing about how I miss you, but I have to end this quickly now. I hope you can read my writing; it's not it's usual elegance, I'm afraid. I'm on the train and we've just arrived at Grand Central Station. Rachel and I are going into the city to explore. I'm so excited! Just imagine NY on Labor Day! (But don't, because you need to focus on graduating so you can come and live with me in NY happily ever after!)
All my love
Forever and always
Kurt
x
PS - college starts tomorrow. Is it sad that I'm really excited?