Dear Diary || troyler

January 2, 2015

Day eight.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.

I think about you every day, Tyler.

You.

You.

You.

You, Tyler Oakley, you consume every inch of my brain with that beautiful smile and those beautiful eyes and that beautiful hair I just wanna run my hands through and that beautiful, melodic voice.

The voice I miss hearing so much.

The voice that is music to my ears.

Every sound, word, sentence that comes out of your mouth.

It's music.

Music I wanna listen to every day.

Music I would hit the repeat button for.

I miss hearing your voice so fucking much.

Can we just stop this tape and rewind?

Go back to the days when you were so happy? When your smile went from ear to ear and you would get those cute little crinkles by your eyes?

Please, please, pretty please?

~Troye