Dear Kurt,
I'm writing you these letters because everyone wants me to 'let out my feelings'.
They say I'm not 'coping well'.
How am I supposed to cope with this, Kurt? How am I supposed to come to terms with the fact that you died before I said goodbye?
I think they think it's odd, that I haven't cried.
I think it might be strange, too. But even though I think about you every minute of every day, it feels like my emotions are caged. I don't feel anything.
I feel numb, like I'm an empty shell of myself. Hollow on the inside, where your voice echoes all around and vibrates sometimes, and sometimes your voice slams into me so forcefully I gasp for breath and wrap my arms around myself to keep my hollow shell from cracking.
And my parents, our friends, the doctors, they see me cracking. But they don't see it, not really.
They are afraid to even bring up the topic of you, like even the whisper of your name will shatter me to pieces. And they only see that. They don't see the cracks in my shell, only my potential to errupt, like a ticking time bomb.
I miss you, Kurt. A lot.
YOU ARE READING
Until We Meet Again: Klaine
Fiksi Penggemar"I thought of you with love Today but that is nothing new. I thought about you Yesterday and days Before that too. I think of you in silence I often speak your name. All I have are memories and Your picture in a frame." -Unknown
