Real love blossoms. But sometimes, the strength of a love between two people can cause the branches of the blossom tree to be torn apart. The fragile twigs can't hold such a powerful amount of an emotion, and although that love may always continue to rest in the bottom of our hearts, it's too problematic to be realistically sustained.
Let us look back two years previous from this moment. May I firstly introduce 19 year old Dan Howell. Tall and slender, with a silky mop of fringe upon his head- which was surely carved by the fingers of angels. He was shy and awkward, and despised any form of conflict or human interaction. It was not a bad quality, it was simply influenced by his want to please other people constantly. He liked to make videos.
Secondly, his companion Phil Lester, aged 25. A similar appearance, with jet black hair like the wings of a raven, and eyes deeper than crystal blue sea, whirlpools of truth, lies, and all that has ever occurred. A kind young adult with a compassionate loving nature. He too, liked to make videos. And sometimes they made them together.
There were thousands that adored them. They were the escape from the real world. A vortex into a place where everyone could feel appreciated. They were the stitches in every scar, the cement in the existence of hundreds ripped apart by the simple concept of harsh reality. Some of these supporters became so dedicated, that their entire lives became devoted to withholding a small fan base, which grew and grew as years went on. These supporters were the most beautiful kind. They looked past YouTube being just a simple hobby. They saw right into the hearts and souls of the young boys, and they knew that the love between them was real, and blossoming more than ever. Dan rested his life upon Phil's shoulders, and Phil gave every inch of love and affection that he had in return.
These years were the best for the broken girls who spent their lives watching the pair of beautiful boys. The sentiment was at its peak, and at the time looked unbreakable.
But all good things come to an end, and so did this.
YouTube couldn't be their career forever; new, younger faces began to appear and soon enough the broken girls fixed themselves and moved on, focusing their attention to someone who's hand they could hold, who lived in reality. Not behind a screen. The pressure of their relationship being uncovered for good tore the love apart. The branches of the blossom tree snapped in two. This is the tale of their lives after YouTube. This is a tale of friendship, deceit, and lies. Of affairs, heartbreak and love. This is how they grew together and suddenly apart.
