Dear Diary || troyler

December 27, 2014

Day two.

They're cleaning out your room right now.

I know because I'm sitting in your favorite beanbag chair.

Cuddling your favorite stuffed animal. It smells like you.

I remember teasing you about it. Freddy, you'd call it.

You named it after that boy in iCarly, the one you had a boy crush on. Great show, iCarly.

I bet you're watching reruns of it up there, huh?

They're letting me keep the chair and the stuffed animal.

But it's pointless, I would just be sitting in it until the day I die.

Which would be soon. I just wanna be with you.

Please come back.

~ Troye