we don't believe what's on tv

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{tyler's pov}

9:34 am
i sat up in my king sized bed. looking over to my left, i saw the bed still made perfectly.  i was alone. i shut my eyes, trying not to think about josh and the way he would wake me up by climbing on top of me and kissing every inch of my body. i groaned and rolled out of bed.
after i had brushed my teeth, i went into the room where i kept my ukelele and piano. the walls were red, and framed photos of josh and i at some of our best shows lined each wall.

i smiled to myself when i saw the photo from our show in atlanta. it was the show where he had told me he liked me.

i sat down on a chair that was in the room and strummed on my uke.

"...if you stick around, i'll sing you pretty sounds and we'll make money selling your hair..."

his hair. my god. one of my favorite things about him.

"...what if my dream, does not happen, will i just change, what i told my friends..."

by the time I finished, tears were rolling down my cheeks. that was Josh's favorite song. i used to sing it to him when he would get anxious before shows.

i miss him.
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(a/n ; should I even continue. this is shit.)

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