Dear Blaine,
The shiny blue water brushed against the shore. It remembered me of the way we used to hold hands and watch the sunset. I hope you remember how memorable our love was. I hope you remember what my love for you was. Maybe you're not the guy I used to know, maybe you've become a different guy yet I still think about you.
After you left i've began questioning myself lately and sudden things come up into my mind. I feel like saying a lot to you but you're not here with me, maybe never will again.
So how's Ohio? must be good, huh. Nothing fun here in New York City, just lots of people and cars. Nice to know you're still around, back in the city. I don't see how you could like that place, its not that great.
You should come visit me sometime, hopefully. Maybe during Christmas Eve we can ice skate and later on we can cuddle by the fireplace. I would expect much that day, that is if you eventually show up.
Writing a letter to you seems crazy but there's nothing else left inside of me just broken memories trying to find a way to connect to each other. I miss your kisses, though. The way you used to kiss me.. the way you used to hold my cheeks.. and right after kissing me you used to say "I love you so much."
Heh. I still have those old picture frames of us on our first date. I remember it like it was yesterday. I miss you like crazy, Blaine. I really would love it if you came at least for a day. I miss you like crazy.
Love, Kurt.
