Dear Kurt,

I left my mp3 player on the bus that contains all our life in music. I'm very nervous that it will be gone and you feel my fear transcending soul to soul.

You encouraged me to look at your adorable Nyquil picture and ensured that I would never lose you, and if left on a bus, you'd be right there where I left you for safe keeping.

You truly are a puppy dog. That bus needs to grace us with its presence, and our music must be retrieved.

I love you. Mmm-hmm.