dear diary,

it's phil here.

dan is not home.

so he doesn't know i'm writing in his precious journal.

he thinks i don't know about your existence. but i do.

i've noticed he's always scribbling something here when i'm not looking.

i haven't read what comes before this page though. i don't need to.

i respect dan more than anything. i trust him. and i know that what he wants me to know he will tell me.

i just hope that a few (a lot) years from now our love isn't dead.

because dan is my dream. and dreams are real, that's what i'll convince him of.

overall ı want to be hıs safezone. ı dont want to hurt hım. ı don't want to see hım cry. ı love hıs smıle.

i love his soft curly hair. i love the way his face wrinkles when he laughs because of some silly joke i told so i could see his beautiful dimples. i love the way he chews his cereals with his mouth half open. and i do love his cereals as well. i love the way his eyes shine brighter when i'm approaching to kiss him. i love the way that black skinny jeans show his ass and i love to have him underneath me. if you heard me now you would blsuh. oh god, dan, when you blush you're so adorable. i love everything about you that you can't love about yourself yet. i love things about you i didn't know i could love about someone.

i love you daniel howell and this past months were the most fun i've ever had.

hold on to me because i'll always be here to catch you.

-phil.