Chapter Thirty-Eight

Kevin

Dear Connor,

I don't know how I plan to get this to you, but I'm writing it in the meantime. I got your letter. It meant a lot to me. More than you can ever know, really. But it prompted this response. Its purpose is to tell you things I never got to tell you before.

I need you to know that I don't blame you for what happened. I can't blame you. You didn't do anything, and there is nothing you could've done.

I also need you to know that I'm happy now. I'm very happy. I'm okay here. The only thing that could make it better is you, honestly.

I have to tell you that it's okay to move on. In fact, I'm encouraging you to. Call Steve. Join eHarmony. I don't care. Just do something. You're far too handsome and far too young to spend the rest of your life alone.

You need to be happy, alright? I love you too much to watch you mope around for the next fifty or more years.

Don't ever stop performing. Don't ever stop acting. Don't ever stop singing. Don't ever stop dancing. Especially dancing. It makes you happy. And you're good at it. You have to keep doing it. I will haunt you if you don't.

I think I can haunt people. I haven't tested that out, though.

Don't ever be afraid to take a chance. I'll be watching out for you. I'll make sure nothing too bad happens to you when I can help it.

I apologize for leaving you the way I did. If I could have done it any other way, I swear, I would've.

I'm not sure that I'll be able to write you again. I'm not entirely sure that I'll be able to send this letter to you at all. But just know that there's someone out there thinking about you. Someone who has a vested interest in your success.

Please, maintain in your heart all that makes you who you are. You are a wonderful, amazing, kind man.

Know that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. Know that I love you more than Orlando.

Love Always,

Kevin McKinley-Price