Completely Incomplete

Letting Go Is All I've Held Onto
2005-05-03 16:26:37 (UTC)

To: Amber. From: Kevin.

Ha, I know how you feel. Do you remember when they took me
to a therapist in Trenton? And then they declared there
was nothign wrong with me. Waste of three prescious hours
of my life.
And yes, people have been talking. Rumours are our
enemies. If one more person asks me if I'm going out with
you, or if you're going out with Foster, or if you're
going out with Zak, I'll murder them. You know me well
enough to understand that I'm not kidding.
It bothers me, the way they make up lies about you. I've
gotten a couple pink slips already from it.
I don't care about the punishments though, nothing in the
world can stop me from protecting what you and Nik have
together. I'm looking out for you, and your relationship.
It's the best I can do, after that soup accident. My bad.
Aida's class is having a birthday party for her. She asked
me to make muffins. Jelly beans don't belong inside of
muffins, do they? Well, at least I sincerely hope it was a
Jelly bean. Otherwise I might be making an unexpected trip
to the E.R.
I expect you'll be out the door by the time I send this.
So good luck I guess. Don't be nervous, it's your story,
and you're there to tell it.
I have to go, I smell burning muffins.

P.S. You still have my sweater.

Love,
Kevin.




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