Dear Kurt,
I'm supposed to return to school tomorrow. I can't go. I won't.
People are going to be all fake-sympathetic:
"I know how you feel, Blaine. But you'll get through it."
But I won't get through it.
"Kurt was in my English class, everybody loved him. Sorry for your loss."
But your classmates made your life hell.
"This will get better, I promise."
But promises mean nothing to me now.
Very little means anything to me now.
Shouldn't this be getting easier?
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Until We Meet Again: Klaine
Fanfiction"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
