Prompt: love letters
My Dearest Kurt,
Don’t laugh. Or, if you do laugh I hope it’s only with fondness at my misguided attempt at romance. I’m no Noah Calhoun, I can’t write you a letter every day for a year, but I can give you this. My heart on a coffee stained page. Another chapter in our story. Something to remind you that even though you are there and I am here we are us and no amount of distance will ever change that.
I would take a thousand days of distance gratefully if every day brings me one step closer to the end because I know our end is forever. I know that muffled voices on static phone lines will be long forgotten when your ‘Goodnight’ is the last thing I hear each night and your ‘Good Morning’ is how I start my day. I know that meetings run long and unreplied texts won’t stand in comparison to notes on the fridge and nights in because we can. I know that the feelings of longing and loneliness and heartache will be washed away by the security of you and me safe for always.
KATIA! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPY *breathes* HAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
- Christine: I still want to eat all of the food... ALL OF IT. I'm filling the hole in my heart where Captain Jack Hartness should be, and the general lack of Blaine-ness... with food. WHO NEEDS LOVE WHEN I CAN HAVE FOOD!? AMIRIGHT?!
- Kathryn: RIGHT! I would go for having Blaine too though... if that was possible...
- Christine: Well, I dunno...
- Kathryn: If I could just have both that would be an ideal world.
- Christine: hahahah yes.