Letter Thirty Four

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Dear Troye,

Today you broke up with me in front of thousands at people. You even made me come onto the stage so you could break the news to everyone. People weren't even upset, they laughed when they saw me cry. You laughed with them.

I can't look at you the same, you came home and crawled into my bed. You were apologising saying how stupid you were for letting the fame get to your head. You said you loved me and you kissed me.

And I kissed you back. And I touched you. And I held you. Because that's what you wanted.

You held me all night, kept repeating how much you loved me though in the morning you were gone.

I am so in love with you.

Love,
Con x

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