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Kurt's letter to Blaine was supposed to be final. That was it. They were letting go. He had let Blaine know how he felt and that was it. It was over. The pain was supposed to be gone. But it was like he needed closure. Like he needed someone to tell him that he was doing the right thing or that they were really over. He couldn't seem to concentrate at work and when he got home he was so tired that he just went directly to bed and slept through the night. His thoughts kept twisting and turning and he couldn't overcome anymore.

It had been a long day at work and he came home finding Rachel sleeping on the couch, the TV still on. He turned it off and put a blanket over her. He went to make a cup of tea and then to his room and he threw his stuff down on his bed without looking. But something caught his eye. There was a cardboard box standing lonely on his bed. A package for him. He quickly opened it thinking it was some funny survivor kit from his dad and Carole. He looked inside and didn't expect what he found, but quickly realized who had sent it. Blaine. There was Kurt's copy of Moulin Rouge, their prom pictures he had left in Blaine's drawer, his royal magazines and his moisturizing cream and on top of it all was an envelope with his name on it in Blaine's handwriting. Kurt smiled through the tears that were forming in his eyes at the memories of Blaine and what they had together. He sat on the bed beside the box and opened the envelope, slowly reading Blaine's words scribbled on several pieces of paper.

My Dearest Kurt.

I found your copy of Moulin Rouge in your drawer and I thought that you should have it, so you can watch it if you have a bad day, or just need a good cry. I didn't know if you were missing your moisturizing cream, but we both know that I don't use it, even though you say I need it ;)
I also want you to have the magazines you had in the drawer, so you can make the royal collage you always talked about.
And I have our prom pictures framed on my nightstand so I think you should have those you left here. I remember you saying they were there in case we ever forgot, and I guess we did, even though we swore we never would. I don't know how much they remind us, but at least they are filled with wonderful memories.

Thank you for your letter. We have always talked about how letters are more romantic and personal than texts and phone calls. And maybe that would be too difficult anyway. I remember the time when we were in love, I remember it the way you do, and yes, we really loved like no other. But you are right, we lost it. When it happened we will probably never know, but we did, and that is unbearable to me.
You don't have to apologize for being busy, it is your job, something you have always dreamed of, and who am I to tell you to give up some of your time making your dreams come true, so you can talk to me, no way.
I know I hurt you so badly, and I ended up hurting myself too, and it feels even worse than the pain I had before I did it, but once again I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I ruined everything. I know we forgot how we felt before what I did, but I ruined any chance of reconciliation and for that I am terribly sorry and always will be. But you are right, everything just seems to hurt too much, but every fiber of my being is resistant of letting you go, but it's what you want, and what you need so that is what I'll do, or at least try to do, for you.
God, I was sure I was going to marry you someday. That we would have a house with a porch and children and grandchildren. But as you say, who knows, maybe we will, someday.

I wanted to send you this letter to get some sort of closure. To let you know that I am willing to accept your wish about letting go, letting time show us on our way and maybe we can be able to see clearly and catch our breaths. Maybe time is what we need to find each other again, and remember the love we shared. But maybe we will just move on and slowly forget the past we shared, the love we gave and the laughs we had. Right now it seems impossible to me that we'll do that and I wouldn't like it, but if it happens I will be willing to accept it, for your sake.

All I really want is your happiness. Chase your dreams Kurt, do everything you have always talked about and more, promise me that. I know you can, and I know you will, and silently I will be looking, seeing what you accomplish, and no matter what happens I will be first in line to buy the clothes you design, I will be on the front row at your first Broadway show cheering for you. No matter where you are in the world I'll be here, cheering for you, thinking of you and always supporting you. I am so proud of you for everything you have already achieved and I know it's only the beginning.

I hope this letter doesn't hurt you too much, and that I don't rip up something you had already closed.

I will cherish our time together forever. But now I'll let go and let everything that has happened stay in the past.

You are and always will be the love of my life. Forever.

Come what may.

Your Blaine Devon Anderson.

There it was. The closure he had been looking for, the sign that he was right, that he was doing the right thing. But why didn't the pieces fall into place inside? Why was something still missing? He wiped away the tears that had been streaming while he read the letter. He unpacked the cream and used it that night, instead of the new ones he had bought in New York. Curled up in bed he watched Moulin Rouge, the pictures and Blaine's letter resting on his nightstand. Closure. This was what he had needed to move on with his life, to let go for good. It was the confirmation he wanted, that they were really over. Letting go, moving on, time apart, letting life lead them on their way, letting the past stay in the past. They were letting go. It was over. Over. Letting go… He had been so sure that this was exactly what he had needed to stop the pain and let it all be. However that night he dreamt of Blaine.