Here I am,
Alone,
as required,
without him.
I feel like I've been here before,
looking at the walls of the store,
Thinking of his skin makes me fall in love,
Once more.
We were in the darkness of hatred,
Loathing every second we spent on camera,
Together.
Dreading the mornings we had to spend,
Together.
That's all gone now.
The war is over.
Between Phil and I.
Our Phans need us,
and we need each other.
I'd gotten used to their constant tweets of,
"Why does Phil have a hickey?"
or more recent ones,
"Dan, why are you limping?"
(There's really only one explanation for that, and I think you can guess what.)
It's not weird that I gave Phil those hickeys,
or that he made me limp,
Is it?
Sighing as the box is passed to me,
I flinch when I'd realized what I had just bought.
"Holy shit!" I exclaim, my mind rushing back to me.
I have just asked,
The Philip Michael Lester,
To marry me.
*Ok, I know that I said that the other chapter was the last one, but...idk, this one spoke to me.*