10. 26.12
Dear Blaine
The urge to reply to you as soon as I get your letters are overwhelming. But I can't. I mustn't. Otherwise, I'll spend all of my evening pouring everything out to you and ignoring everything I need to be doing. Well, should be. Because I need to talk to you, to tell you everything – and if this is the only suitable way (because skyping hurts too much), then fine. I will do anything to keep a bit of me with you, even if it's only my handwriting.
But it's hard to get everything down – you understand that, right? I'm so used to telling you all this, face to beautiful face. I find myself pausing a lot, trying to work out how to put everything down in a way that makes sense, but instead it just spews out because I miss you. It's been too long since I last saw you, and too long since I see you next. How many days is it? I know you're keeping count. You always do.
You're better at this than I am. You've always been better at it than me, even when you decided to serenade Sebastian at work. At least you tried. I didn't tell you how I felt for months, taking sneak peaks at you whenever I could without getting caught. I wish I had told you. We would have had longer together – then again, this would have been harder.
If that's even possible.
All my love,
Forever and always,
Kurt
xox