Connor is a poet.
His words are so beautiful and when he writes them down, I'm always speechless.
I asked him how he does it.
He laughed and placed his hand on my chest.
"It comes from my heart,"
he pulled his hand away form my chest and tapped his brown locks,
"and my head."
"Your heart and your head," I repeated.
How cliché.
STAI LEGGENDO
as we are // tronnor
Fanfiction"Troye Sivan Mellet, I think I'm in love with you." Connor whispered. My heart skipped a beat. My heart skipped a beat just like just like it did the first time I saw him. It seemed like years ago when I first laid my eyes on him. And now here we...
