timothée chalamet imagines

when you miss me

your pov

I put the car in park. We both got and walked over to the trunk.

"I got it." Timothée said opening it.

He grabbed his luggage cases and put them on the ground, then closed the trunk.

"I'll walk with you to the gate." I said.

"Okay." he smiled and nodded.

We walked through the parking and into the crowded airport. After going through security and checking his ticket, we went to gate 7.

"Almost time." I said looking out the window, seeing the plane getting ready to board people.

"Yeah." he mumbled.

Soon after, the flight attendant called out the flight time and location, asking passengers to get into a single file line to start to boarding orderly and safely.

Timothée let go of his suitcases and pulled me into a hug, the tightest one he had ever given.

Our embrace held on for a few more seconds before the same flight attendant yelled, "Sir, it's time to board!"

He let me go, giving me an almost painful smile before pressing his lips to mine for a kiss.

I did my best to try and savor it for the short amount time that it lasted, we wouldn't be sharing another for the next 6 months.

"I love you." I smiled, trying to hold back my tears from spilling over.

"I love you too." he said, his eyes coating in tears as well.

He grabbed his cases and went to stand in line.

I watched as he moved up the line and gave his ticket to the flight attendant. My eyes followed as he walked through the door and it closed right behind him.

I stood in front of the window and stayed to watch the plane take off, like I always do.

I turned around and made my way out of the airport and to the car again.

The second I closed the door, I started to cry.

It happens every single time, without fail. I hate to see him leave, but I know he has to go.

It took a minute for me to compose myself and drive back home. We had woken up extra early today to make and eat some breakfast together, get in a semi-long conversation, and did some last minute packing as well.

I took off my shoes and walked upstairs to our bedroom. When I opened the door, my eyes shot directly to the bed.

I walked over and grabbed the closed, white envelope resting up against our pillows.

to: my love

from: yours

Was written on the front. I opened it and took out the card, putting the envelope aside.

I smiled and started blushing to myself as I opened up the card to see the message he had written inside of it.

"Y/n,

I know you just got home, but I miss you so much already. I'm not sure how I'll handle being without you for the next six months.

I guess I'll just have to find a way, although it seems impossible.

I'm on the plane right now, obviously, but I promise to call you when I land so I can just hear your beautiful voice.

Maybe I'll face-time you instead so I can see the beautiful face that goes with it.

I know you don't like receiving goodbye gifts, but you know that I love to give them.

After reading this card, look for a white box in our closet.

I'll be counting down the days until I can come back home to you, always.

I love you,

Timothée."

There I went again, starting to cry. I put the card back into the envelope and went to our closet.

I rummaged through everything and finally found it sitting on the back of a shelf, behind a bunch of empty shopping bags. I threw the bags onto the floor and grabbed the box, it was kind of heavy and pretty big.

I carried it over and sat the on the bed. I opened it up and saw some folded clothes.

I opened them up and came to realize that they were his hoodies. The three he wore the most, the ones I always told him were my favorite.

I put them aside and looked into the box again to see another little white envelope.

The front was blank. I opened it up and pulled out a piece of paper.

"when you miss me, put one on."

"p.s I sprayed my cologne on them so, they smell just like me :)"

Of course he would do something like this, who else would?

I slid one of them on, smelling it with a deep inhale. I took a mirror selfie to send to him.

(I could only find this mirror selfie on Pinterest! Ik not everyone looks like this.)