Written By Me, Connor | (Tronnor)

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You know when I said Troye wouldn't tell me what he was doing?

Yeah. He was planning a vacation for us.

He said something about going to Australia but I didn't even pick up on it.

I'm so naive.

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I guess we as people are good at only caring about ourselves.

I didn't even realize what I was doing.

I wanted an answer.

I didn't care about his feelings.

I cared about myself.

When someone calls you out on what you don't know you are doing, it kind of...messes you up?

Troye got mad at me for freaking out on him because I wanted to know what he was doing right away.

I'm sorry.

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Little things like that really mess with my head.

I overanalyze every single thing.

That's just something that has always happened to me.

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I talked to Troye about the whole thing and from what I recall, it went something like this:

T: Hey Con, I have something to tell you

C: Is it that you're getting rid of me?

T: No?! What? Con?

C: Wait,

T: I would never?

C: I just thought you

He kept cutting me off and I felt really bad for thinking the way I did.

T: No, Connor. Never.

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It made me feel a lot better knowing the answer to things.

This vacation is going to be a wonderful thing.

I can't wait to be alone with him.

Just us against the world.

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I didn't think I could fall any more in love with him, but I certainly did. Although I've screwed up a million times, he still sticks around. He still appreciates me. It's a mutual thing and I love it so much. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I guess that's what love is.

Love is letting go.

Love is growing up.

Love is appreciation.

That's what love is.

That's what it always will be.