Shawn Mendes Imagines

Love letter

A/N: ignore the picture until later in the imagine (you'll understand soon)

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Y/N's POV

I smile to myself as I re-read the letter he wrote me about six months ago. I'm on my bed in my pyjamas, and about halfway through the page.

"I was thinking about you today, when we passed by the Eiffel tower. Well, I think about you all the time but especially then. I was thinking about how amazing it would be to bring you here. It would be just me and you exploring Paris."

This has kinda turned into our thing. His career takes him all over the world, meaning that sometimes we're apart for months at a time.

So, every time he leaves for a long time, he sends me a love letter. Yes, an actual physical letter in the mail. He knows I prefer handwritten letters because I think they're more personal.

We do FaceTime each other every night, but this is even more special.

It's been three years since he started sending me them, and I now have a grand total of 14. All kept safely tucked away in my special box in my closet.

I like to read them whenever I miss him so much I could cry. It makes him feel not so far away. He doesn't know that part though.

I run my finger over the first letter at the top of the page. It was a E, written larger and bolder than all the rest. When I first asked him why he did that, he said our love is like a fairytale, so he had to write it like an old storybook. I had laughed at his cheesy reason.

(A/N: picture at the top if you didn't understand what I meant by the first letter being larger)

Unfortunately, he's been away for two months, and still nothing. I decided not to bring it up though, in case he has sent one and it just hasn't arrived yet. Mail from Asia probably takes a while right?

His name appears on my screen as my phone begins to buzz. I pick it up, raising it to my ear.

"Hey you," I say with a wide smile.

"Hi babe." I could hear him grinning through the phone. He could probably hear me too.

"What are you up to? You missed my call this morning."

"Yeah, I've been... busy."

"Being mysterious now are we?" I say slyly with a giggle at the end.

He laughs. "Hey um do you have all the letters I've sent you?" he asks casually.

"Yeah I actually have them right here beside me."

"Okay great. So, this is going to sound like an odd request, but could you arrange them from earliest to the latest one?"

I was confused, but decided to go along anyways. "Um, yeah sure gimme a sec..."

I put the phone on speaker and then set it down on the bed. Looking at the dates on each letter, I arrange them in the order he asked me to.

"Okay, now look at the first—"

I gasp in realization before he could finish. Now that they were all laid out in order, it was so obvious.

All together, the first letters on each page spelled out something.

'W I L L Y O U M A R R Y M E'

"Shawn..." I breathe out, my voice a barely audible whisper.

"What does it say angel?" This time his voice wasn't coming through the phone, it was coming from behind me.

I turn around and he's standing there, in the doorway of our bedroom, with a single rose in his hand. He hands it to me.

I hang up the phone, dropping it on the bed. I watch as he sinks down onto one knee, pulling a black box out of his pocket.

"I think you can tell this has been a long time in the making. I knew you were the one three years ago, and I still know that today. I'm so insanely in love with you and I want to spend forever with you."

My eyes begin to water as he takes a breath before continuing.

"Truthfully, I was gonna do this when I got back, but I started thinking about you and how this was going to go, and then I just couldn't wait."

He smiles as he sees me grinning, my eyes brimming with tears.

"Baby will you marry me?"

"Yes."

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