So this is a little differant. I wanted to try something new. It's an AU where Troye has become this big superstar and has drifted away from Tyler and Tyler is writing him a fanletter. This is going to lead onto another one shot I'm writing which is why this one is so short. I got inspiriation from a bunch of quotes and snuck a few in there, which is probaly why this is off the charts in cheesiness, hopefully not too much. Anyway hope you like it, comment below I love reading your thoughts!! xx
*Tylers POV*
We had been friends from the moment we met. I don’t think I had ever clicked with someone as fast as I connected with you. We just got each other. It had never been a struggle to find something to say, I’d never had to filter my thoughts, you always got my jokes. We could share a mere glance and know what the other was thinking. We were content once we were in each other’s company, just to sit in a room together listening to music and talking or simply messing around on our laptops. You had been my best friend but more. I have a lot of best friends, I’ve always had; I was a social guy. But with you there had always been something else, you had been special. As cliché as it sounds, I truly believe you were my soul mate.
Cause while I had other friends, none of them had ever been able to make me laugh like you could. You had been the only one who against all odds could make me smile when I thought I never would again. You could calm me down with a mere touch. Never once when I was upset did you miss it or believe me when I said that I was fine. You joined in on my weirdness and I’ll never forget how we would dance around the room at night singing stupid songs together. Despite your age you taught me so much about love and life. You inspired me, you made me want to be a better person, you gave me hope that I could be. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for all that.
I remember when I met you. You were shy and nervous, still figuring everything out. I’ll never be unable to remember how you looked at me, with such admiration and respect and later love. I don’t see that look in your eyes anymore, just a glassy emptiness. We travelled the world together. I knew all your secrets and you knew mine. I would have trusted you with my life. I couldn’t see a life without you; that’s why all this hurts so much.
We walk by each other and act like strangers. To be honest I don’t know how it happened, you were there one day and then gone the next. You brought your album out and got cast in a bunch of films. And then all of a sudden, the skype calls got shorter and shorter. All of a sudden there was nothing to say. Your smiles became a little more forced, your thoughts a little more guarded. You stopped calling, there were no more goodnight texts, no links to silly videos you found funny.
We spoke to each other the other day. I ran in to you in the street while I was with a few of your other old friends. We spoke in a friendly manner, like merely acquaintances. It was like meeting a new person. I mean, it was still your face but when I looked in to your eyes I couldn’t recognize you. It was still your voice but the way you talked was… different. And even though I miss you, a chill ran down my spine as you spoke. Because I realized, this is it. It’s over. It’s reached that point. It scared me because it all suddenly felt so real. And I suddenly missed you more now, as you stood right in front of me, than I ever did before because you were gone, my best friend was gone. We had stood talking and I had to pretend like I didn’t know everything about you. But maybe it wasn’t pretending, because I didn’t anymore. You were no longer the sweet boy, with the big dreams and pretty smile.
I wish you knew how I cried for that boy some nights. When the silence became deafening and I was alone in my apartment. How I miss being able to pick up the phone and call you. How you used to sing to me, on nights where I couldn’t sleep. Now instead I only hear your voice from the radio.
I had never been the type of guy, who depended on other people. I never believed that bullshit about needing another person to complete you, like you couldn’t be whole by yourself. But when you left, it truly felt like you took a part of me with you. Losing you felt more like losing myself. On some rare occasions I forget that you’re gone and I’ll hear something funny and go to tell you before remembering you’re not there anymore and each time it’s like getting the wind knocked out of me.
I miss you. I’ve never missed someone so much before. So much it physically hurts. So much that when I think about you I find it hard to breathe and my stomach twists uncomfortably. I can feel the pain everywhere. In my heart that still loves you, in my head that can’t forget you, in my hands that long to hold yours, in my ears that are slowly forgetting the sound of your laugh.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me from time to time. If that isn’t the case, just don’t forget. Promise me you won’t forget, our laughs, our jokes, our smiles, our conversations, our tears, our plans, our experiences, our memories, me. Please don’t forget me.
I don’t sit around moping at home, I still go out with friends, I still make videos, and I still laugh and joke about. But at night time the emptiness sets in and I long for you. Korey has been trying to get me to go out and meet guys and I have. But none of them ever fit quite right. It took me awhile to figure out why but now I realise that it’s because I keep looking for bits of you in them.
Some days when it got practically bad, when your memory haunted my very waking moment. When I missed your stupid texts and your reviews on my videos before I post them or how you always lit up a room when you walked in. When I would find pieces of you in every song I listened to. I willed my myself to forget. I wished I could just erase you so that I could get through a day without thinking about you. I was always thinking about you. Always missing you. And you? I could feel you forgetting me like I used to feel you breathe.
Despite everything I’m not bitter about how all this turned out. You gave me the best and happiest three years of my life and I’ll always be thankful for that. I’m happy for you. I still feel little bursts of pride when I hear your song on the radio or I see you on the television doing some big interview. I’m glad you got everything you ever wanted. I’m just sad that that meant losing my best friend.
And now when people ask me if I knew you, I just smile and tell them “I used to”.
