M O O N / / S U N
none of it was real. he never complimented my shirt, and i never found him crying. i never asked him to be mine and he never said yes. because he wasn't real. everything is pointless. all i want is him. phil, with the porcelain skin and the ocean eyes. dan, with his chocolate irises and hobbit hair. i want his tight hugs and his adorable laugh. i want to boop his cute little nose and see him blush when i compliment him. i want to cuddle with him during the late nights. i want to kiss him and hug him and hold his hand and i can't do any of that anymore. he was ripped from my life like a sticker from a wall. everything about him was perfect and now there's no such thing. every fiber of my weak being craves him and only him. he was heaven sent. now i'm hell-bound.
if you are confused, this is a mesh of both dan and phil's thoughts. their love for each other is displayed on this one page.
-peter 🌟