Day seven.
It's midnight.
Which means it's 2015 here.
Which also means people are kissing.
Sharing a New Year's kiss.
But I'm not. There's no point in kissing anyone but you.
All I want is you, your lips, your eyes, your beautifully styled hair, your cute little boopable nose, your smile, your hands, your body, you, you, you.
I love you so much that I'm dying, Tyler.
I can't live without you, I can't be without you.
Soon...
We will have our first kiss.
Don't you worry you beautiful angel...
Soon.
~Troye
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Dear Diary || troyler
FanfictionTroye Sivan vents to lined paper as his best friend, Tyler Oakley, is in a coma.