11.2.12
Dear Kurt,
Sorry I haven't written earlier. Sectionals is this Saturday. Mr Schue has us rehearsing whenever we can, so when I get back from school, I'm absolutely drained. I've literally not had time to think, which is sort of good. It's kept my mind off of you. Well, a bit. You're still the last thing I think about at night, and the first thing I think about when I wake. And with every thought of you comes a number that changes every day. Today, it's 38. 38 days until we see each other.
They cancelled glee club this afternoon, so we can rest for tomorrow. I'm glad, because it gives me a chance to reply to you fully, and not a scribbled not of apology I was planning if we didn't get this afternoon off. Honestly, I'm not very good at this. You have a lot more on your plate and still make time for me. It makes me feel guilty, even though I know it's not really my fault. It's… it's just how it is. I wish it wasn't like this.
But soon it won't be. That's all I can think about. 38 days. We'll be together in 38 days, for 26 days. It's not long – not long enough. But I guess it'll do. For now. Until we're both in New York studying, together. I can't wait.
Forever and Always
All my love
Blaine
xxx