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Dear Troye - part II

Dear Troye,
Today you asked me to marry you.
It was our three year anniversary and we'd spent the whole day together, in my apartment, watching endless documentaries but getting distracted by each other. You told me many times to just take a picture, to make it last longer.
Then this evening, at about 6pm, you told me to put on my favourite suit because you'd made plans for us.
I smiled because you aren't normally one to be a cliché romantic. This was a new side to you and I was excited.
After we were both ready, you looking completely flawless in your suit, your eyes shining in the moonlight and your soft hair lying on your forehead, you grabbed my hand and led me to the car. I decided then you were most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on without doubt.
Then you drove me to the coffee shop that we first met in. It had closed hours earlier but you'd asked the manager if you could have it privately for the two of us.
You went in and I sat down at the same table I had three years previously. You ordered at the counter and then you came over and sat opposite me.
The lights had been dimmed and in the dull, yellow glow you looked so attractive. Then you looked up at me. In those eyes I saw the world. My world.
You reached across the table and grabbed my hand. It was shaking, you seemed nervous but before I could question it you bent down on one knee in front of me.
My heart skipped in my chest and I smiled.
Then you spoke in a whisper. "Connor Joel Franta. My beautiful boyfriend. These three years have been magical and they've made me realise that I want forever. Scrap that, I need forever, with you and only you. I want you to be the father to my children and the person that I cuddle a little closer to each night. And more than anything Connor, I want you to be my husband. Connor, you beautiful, beautiful person, will you do me the honour of being my husband."
I hadn't realised I was crying until you reached up and brushed the tears away.
"Yes, god yes" I sobbed and I got down on my knees in front of you.
You put your hands on either side of my face and you kissed me, just like you had the first time. The slight taste of coffee on your lips but it was filled with so much love and longing and I knew you were the forever I always dreamed of. The boy in the coffee shop.

~ (just to make it clear the next one is cons wedding vows, okay bye kids:))

Dear Troye,
Our wedding day.
Today you legally become mine although I feel you've owned my heart for nearly 4 years now.
You, my dear Troye Sivan Mellet, never cease to amaze me with your beauty, talent, loyalty and plain genius. You truly are one of the most amazing people I have ever and will ever meet and it will be a pleasure to call you my husband.
We met nearly four years ago in a coffee shop. It was unexpected but it has to be the best surprise I've ever had.
I can't wait to grow old with you. I can't wait to have a family of our own and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life in your arms. I can't wait to grow old together, comparing grey hairs and wrinkles.
Troye Sivan Mellet, the love of my life, I would promise you forever but it isn't long enough. I promise to keep you safe, to kiss away your tears, to cuddle away your pain and I promise that I'll make you happy, in any way I can.
So, Troye, today I will stare at you for too long because your beautiful and your mine. I love you, always and forever.

~

Dear Troye,
Today we bought the first member of our beautiful family home. 
Little Rose is perfect. More perfect than I thought possible.
The first time I saw you holding her I nearly cried. She was just over a day old and we were still in the hospital and she held her close to you like she was the most fragile thing you had ever touched.
She has your eyes. I know you would say that isn't possible, you had nothing to do with her conception, but her eyes are almost the same blue. She was looking up at you as you smiled down at her. Her lips were held in a pout, pink and soft just like her skin. She had a lot of hair for a newborn, and at the front it curled onto her forehead. She had her tiny hand wrapped around your index finger and she almost seemed to be listening as you sang a soft lullaby to her, rocking slowly in the hospital rocking chair. I took a photo of my two favourite people in all the world.
We bought her home from the hospital today and at a week old she slept pretty well all the way home in the car.
You drove with so much care it was like we had the Crown Jewels in the back of the car. We did, I would say. We had our own Crown Jewels. Or beautiful daughter.
I know that it will be hard. Raising a child isn't going to be all smiles and laughter but together I think we'll manage.
To the beginning of our beautiful family, my Troye. Here's to the years of love, laughter and sleepless nights to come and to our beautiful daughter.
I love you forever.

~

Dear Troye,
We've completed our family today with the addition of our son, Freddie.
Rose was two when we decided she might like a brother or sister and so we looked into and were finally, after almost three months of waiting, matched with Freddie.
He's gorgeous, just like Rose although he is quite different.
Whilst Rose was mostly quiet in the hospital and on the way home, Freddie screams most of the time. It's a wonder such a small boy can make such a big sound.
Freddie has big sparkling emerald green eyes and tufts of light brown, almost blonde, hair. He's obsessed with the teddy bear we bought him when we visited him in the hospital for the first time and cries if it's not with him.
Rose is growing up too fast as well. I can't believe three years have almost passed since we bought her home from the hospital for the first time.
She still has your blue eyes, surrounded by long lashes that brush her cheeks when she blinks. She begs you every morning to do her hair like a princess and every morning you oblige. She has us wrapped around her little finger.
She's grown to be a happy little girl, always smiling and laughing with people and many of our friends have taken a shine to her. She's also kind and loving and will cuddle people for hours on end.
Our family is perfect Tro, just like we always imagined. I can't believe how far it has come.
I love you and both of our beautiful children for eternity.

~

Dear Troye,
It's been a long time since I wrote you a letter.
Almost 60 years in fact.
I remember I used to write them when important things happened in our lives, the day we bought Rose home from the hospital, and Freddie too, but to me the most important was always the day we met.
Today was the final time I will see your beautiful blue eyes staring up at me because at 7:33 this morning heaven gained the most beautiful angel.
At 93, your hair still curled on your forehead the way it always had, although it went gray years ago, and your eyes were still exactly the same as the day I met you and although our bodies changed with old age, all I had to do was glance into your eyes and it took me back I that day in the coffee shop when your turned to be for the first time.
You passed away in my arms in our bedroom. Our family had been in minutes earlier, Rose and Freddie, now 60 and 64, our beautiful grandchildren and even our first great grandchild, little Luca, who didn't really understand what was happening.
When they had all left, each with tears falling down their faces, your tiny frail body managed to work it's way to laying in my lap. I hugged you closer and you opened your tired eyes and looked up at me.
"Con, don't stare, take a picture, it will last longer" you said and I couldn't help but giggle.
You bought your hand up to touch my cheek and although it was icy cold I let you carry on.
"My con," you whispered "oh god con, I love you and I'm sorry this is where it all has to end, honestly I am, but please don't cry over me for too long. I'll be in a better place, a happy place and I'll be waiting at the gate when you decide to join me but please live the life that you have left. Keep living, keep loving, keep dreaming."
"Dear god Troye, you waited until your deathbed to turn philosophical" we both laughed although in the moment it seemed wrong.
"But really Troye, I love you too, now let go baby, be strong and let go."
You smiled and closed your eyes, breathing heavily a few last times before your body shuddered with its last fought for breathe and you lay peacefully in my arms.
I collapsed onto you in tears, I had lost the best friend and the love of my life. I reflected in some of your last words and instantly stopped myself from crying. I will live the life I have left, until the day I can be with you again.
I really love you Troye. My beautiful blue eyed coffee shop boy. Stay safe up there baby.
I love you forever,
Your Con x

a/n
I'm sick and I've only left the house once to go to Starbucks in
the past three days.
I'm basic and I'm not ashamed
charl