Waking up with Troye in my arms was probably the highlight of my life, but it sucked when I had to get up and actually start my day. I had a lot going on as well as Troye. I was working on the starting my own coffee brand and I also wanted to get into the music business one way or another.
Troye had to take a taxi to the recording studio because I needed my car to drive to a meeting to discuss my coffee brand. I really wanted to spend time with him, but the two of us were just so extremely busy with our side projects that it was hard to have fun all the time. On the bright side, our side projects were things that we've wanted to do forever, so it wasn't like it was a bad thing.
I was walking through my hallway to my bathroom when I passed by Troye, who began to speak when we made eye contact. "Hey Con, my taxi is here."
"Oh okay."
"I'll call you when I'm done at the studio so maybe you can pick me up depending on how busy you are. I'll figure it out." I smiled at Troye. "Sounds good." I said to him. I watched him as he walked out of my apartment door, wearing our beanie, and turning around to wave bye to me. As he walked out, I noticed that he was holding a small piece of oddly shaped paper, and a sharpie. 'I wonder what that's for.' I thought. Without thinking too hard about it, I waved back and smiled, continuing to walk to the bathroom.
After freshening up, I grabbed my keys off of the counter and headed towards my front door. I got my shoes out from under a table by the front door and put them on. As I was walking towards my car, I noticed some type of cloth on the hood of my car. When I got closer to it, I noticed that it had been the beanie. Our beanie. Underneath the beanie, a tiny, cloud shaped piece of paper stuck out. On the slip of paper it read, "I'll be thinking about you. :)" I smiled, blushed, and put the beanie on. 'Me too.' I thought to myself. 'I'm just a bit lucky.'
When I was at the conference discussing my coffee brand, I zoned out way too many times thinking about how cute it was of Troye to leave a note with the beanie like that. I smiled thinking about it before noticing that I was staring at someone, so I stopped.
After the conference, I checked my phone to find that Troye texted me that he had already been back at my apartment. I responded telling him that I would be back soon, while I was opening the door to my car. It was around eight PM, when I was driving home, and I assumed that Troye would want dinner, so I picked up my phone and called Troye. He picked up almost immediately. "Hey Connor!"
"Troye! Hi!"
"What's up?"
"I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to go out and eat or something tonight."
"Nah it's okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we'll figure it out when you get home."
"Alright."
"Okay."
"I'll see you soon then."
"Yeah, see you soon."
When I got back to my apartment and opened the front door, the I felt my nostrils fill with the scent of freshly ordered Indian food. Troye smiled, pulling out a chair for me to sit down. Indian food was spread out across the entire table. Naan bread, curry, dosa, idlis, and just everything good. I sat down and Troye pushed me in. I began to speak, "You didn't have to do all of this."
"Why not?"
"It must've been quite expensive."
"It's okay. It was worth it, as long as you're happy." I blushed. "I am." I responded. I picked up the remote and put on this documentary called "Fed Up". I looked at Troye and explained to him that one of my friends recommended the movie to me. I began to ask Troye, "Do you want to watch-"
"Yes." He said smiling. It's like he would want to do anything as long as it was with me, and I felt the exact same way. And that was because love, and especially the maintenance of love, takes much work. Love is about sitting in silence and enjoying every second of it simply because your partner is sharing it with you. Love is about reading another person's mind and finishing his or her sentences- because you know that person that well. Love is about wanting to be as physically close as possible because you can't get enough of the other's smell, feel, or mere presence. Love is about putting another person before yourself because, quite simply, when that person is happy, you're happy. Love is about staying in on the weekend, ordering Indian food, and putting on a new documentary because you wouldn't want to be with anyone else. Love knows no gender, race, shape, or size. Love is love- an energy that fuses souls. And when you fall into its warm embrace, you won't want to let go. That's what love is to me. That's the standard I hold, and I can clearly see a person in my mind that fills that mold, and his name is Troye Sivan Mellet.
