Dear Kurt,

I know we're all losing it now. We need each other so badly it hurts. You hate all the talk about you and your death and any little mention of your name in an article with the term "suicide" makes you cringe.

You want people to know that you were so full of love and had so much to give that you wouldn't have done that to yourself for any reason.

I know that you relished the attention the band gave you and thought it was fun to tell off the media. The last thing you were was "frightened by the pressure" that no one could possibly have put on you because you were in charge all along.

You ached for my love and affection and plotted your escape from the people who craved the fame your connection to them gave 'em, because you knew they wouldn't let you go that easily. And once again you were right.

And just like that, they pulled you away from me and my love that I yearned to give you in return.

I love you honey, and we're coming home together. Finally.


Love always.