dear insecurities,

nobody really cares.

i've been leaving the house more often just to prove i'm stronger than my own mind.

because maybe if i can convince everybody else,

i can convince myself.

i'm weak.

i don't know how much longer i can do this.

sincerely, dan howell (a tired boy)

dan howell spent the morning thinking about phil. maybe today would be the day he spoke to him.

he walked into the coffee shop, ordered his drink, and stared at the tables along the window. phil sat in the back. dan took a deep breath before convincing himself to walk up to him. his hands were shaking. he was nervous beyond belief.

but the moment he sat at the booth phil was in, his smile calmed dan. it was so bright.

somehow, his eyes were even bluer up close. they shined and emitted waves of aqua blues and greens.

"i'm phil lester. i like your smile."

"i'm dan howell. i like your eyes."

dan howell was not happy, but he found himself falling for phil lester.