Distance makes the heart grow fonder - someone stronger than me.
Connor finds himself telling a lot of people to follow their hearts lately- it's a little inspirational, he likes to think, but mainly hypocritical. He can't seem to take his own advice.
So one morning, he books a ticket, and five hours later, he's boarding a plane. It's spontaneous, a little crazy, and it might be the best decision he's ever made.
Connor finally takes his own advice, and he follows his heart to Sydney.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm a kluts" I said to the person.
"It's fine honey. Do you need a hand?" he asked.
I looked up and this very hansom guy stood in front of me with his hand out for me to take. I took his hand and he pulled me up. When I touched his hand it gave me an electric shock of butterflies.
He had brown curly hair with green eyes. He was hottttttttttttttt as fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
"So what's your name?" asked the hot guy.
"I'm Connor Franta. What's your name?"
"I'm Troye, Troye Sivan."