Dear Diary || troyler

January 1, 2015

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