To his Whiskers

by sadcaw

There are so many things left unspoken. Upon a page, Dan can speak of those things: the little quirky happenings; the smiles shared; the feeling of comfort when there is nobody left...but Phil. Phil. Phil. Phil. Dan is about to need that passageway. Because the only thing he can think about is Phil. And how do you put thoughts to words without the words coming out as apologies?

1. March 15th, 2013

March 15th, 2013

There are a million ways to describe the being that is Phil Lester. Spontaneous. Funny. Sweet.

Indulging.

I'd like to think I counter his best traits with a little something to keep reality in check. For example, while he can be completely happy and excited, and, God, just Phil- I can be this miserable shadow eating cereal in bed at 3am, wondering why my emotions just decided to fly out of the fucking window.

We have a pretty stable life together. Balanced, to say the least. And while somebody might glance at the pair of us, two opposites, and say "Gosh, what a bloody mess that is," i'm pretty sure the only 'bloody mess' around here is me, myself, and I.

So, keeping that in mind, the events that happen over the next couple of months are completely unscripted and unplanned. But if there is something wrong, something overwhelming, something that drives Phil away, I can assure you that he has nothing to do with it.

Or rather, he has too much to do with it. Too much to do with me. And for that, if he ever finds this, I apologize to him. To his smile. To his personality.

To his whiskers.