Troyler Mini: Why Can't I Do It?

"Hey Troye!" I yelled as he came into view on the screen. 

He chuckled. "Tilly!" he squealed back. 

"I've missed you," I said, and in my head said, And also, I love you. 

"I know," Troye said cheekily. "I've missed me too."

I had I roll my eyes at that, but smiled. "Hey, that's my thing," I chided him. 

He grinned. "Now is mine."

We started talking about random things; his music, the weather, his family, my mom, etc. But the whole time I was just siting there, staring into his lovely eyes, listening to his voice, wanting to feel his soft, soft, pale skin, wanting to just pick him up and squeeze him tight. 

But most of all, just wanting to say it. To tell him. 

I love you. 

Why can't I do it?