Dear Troye,
Mom called me crazy, but you called me lovely and technically she doesn't love me as much as you so I kinda don't have to listen to her right? It's been a few months since I got you out of prison and things seem to be really fluffy in my mind, skies are purple, nights are light, your skin is vibrant and alive and my thoughts are just you.
Only you.
You tell me you love me and it drives me insane because I love you more than anyone else and your touch drives me wild. A tear down a cheek is always caught in your hand and you smile and say you love me. You say you need to love other people so you bring them home once or twice, they are always different people. And I can go in the guest bedroom because that is where good boys go and then you come and get me in the morning. On tuesdays, you don't bring people back. That is our night and I can plan whatever I want to do.
You give me cuddles and give me kisses and we sometimes go on dates depending on what mood you are in. I don't mind you seeing other people because you love me more than them. Mom says I am crazy, that my mind is really twisted around the idea of you. She says I should leave you though you love me more than her and I only believe what you say, not what anyone else does.
I only care about you, I like to think you care about me too. Who am I kidding? I know you do.
Love youuuuuuu,
Con x
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Dear Troye
FanfictionSequel to ' Fake Accounts And Cute DM's' Troye is gone but Connor still remains. Dealing with the loss of Troye, he finds himself writing letters that will never be answered. Though at least Connor is happy, Right?
