𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝗼𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐢𝗺𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

everytime - daniel seavey

☁️everytime - ariana grande☁️

☁️daniel seavey☁️

𝟾 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍

it was the first day of third grade.
and the most popular group of girls asked me to sit with them. obviously i said yes. i wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to be a part of that group.
lunchtime rolled around and i walked into the cafeteria, spotting my new friend group. i walked over to them and sat down, starting to engage in conversation.
about a minute or so later i happened to look up and see my best friend in the whole world, daniel, sitting alone looking at me sadly.
"i'll be right back, guys," i said, standing up and making my way to where daniel was sitting.
"hey daniel!" i smiled.
"why did you leave me?" he asked sadly.
"i...i didn't....oh, that's why you look sad," i realized.
he nodded, looking down at his barely touched lunch.
"it's just....they're so popular and they asked me to sit with them. that doesn't just happen, i couldn't say no," i said.
"i get it...i just...i wanted to sit with you," he sighed.
i got up, ran back to the other table, and grabbed my lunchbox.
"i'm really sorry guys. i like sitting with you, it's just...daniel is my best friend and i can't let him sit alone," i explained.
"okay, whatever," they said, turning back to their own conversation.
i skipped back to daniel and sat down, giving him my doritos and taking his chocolate.
"thanks for sitting with me," he said quietly.
"of course, i'd always come back to you."

𝟸𝟹 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍

i walked out of the airport, feeling like i was about to have an anxiety attack.
i was about to see him for the first time. i was about to rekindle our tragic relationship.
i guess you deserve some background knowledge.
daniel and i were best friends from the day we met each other at age 2. we grew up together, we went through school together, we went through hell and back together.
when we were in the 6th grade, he kissed me at our first school dance. from that point on, we were even more inseparable.
we dated through middle and high school. i went to college and he went to LA, but long distance wasn't even the slightest but hard because our connection was just that strong.
after i graduated, my writing career took off and daniel's music took off. i was working constantly and daniel was working constantly, as well as traveling. but we made it work. we would wake up, get ready and eat breakfast together, share a kiss and then go to work. and at the end of the day, we would come home, eat dinner, and collapse in each other's arms, talking about anything and everything before falling asleep tangled up together.
then, he proposed. he took me to the bleachers of our old high school and sang a beautiful song to me. a song he wrote specifically for the proposal. he sang and then proposed, giving me the most beautiful ring i had ever seen. when our lips connected that day, it felt like magic.
then we got into a fight.
we had fought before, every couple fights, it's normal. but when we fight, we hate it. we can't stand even the thought of being upset with each other, so we brush it off, kiss, and cuddle.
but this time was different.
it was nine million things that added up to one huge argument. things that were bothering us separately, we took out on each other.
his boss was working him up every day to the point where he would come home and throw up, or cry, or have an anxiety attack. i was having a writer's block and i couldn't find any inspiration, causing a lot of frustration. between trying to keep my writing alive and trying to make sure daniel was stable enough to get out of bed. i was stressed beyond what i was capable of handling. and daniel wasn't well at all. he was exhausted and making himself sick everyday from being so overworked and emotionally drained.
we just blew up at each other. over what we were eating for dinner.
it wasn't really over dinner, but neither of us wanted to say it.
we fought and fought and fought and broke up.
i threw the ring and left and he threw things around the house.
i went to new york.
and now i'm on my way back.
i haven't been eating, sleeping, or functioning like a human for that matter.
because i was missing the love of my life. my soulmate. my best friend. the man i go back to every time.
by the time i was on our old doorstep, the tears were already cascading down my face.
i took a deep breath, counted to three, and then knocked on the door.
it took about two minutes and i was about to turn away, but then the door suddenly opened.
there he was.
but it only made me cry more. the circles under his eyes were darker than the night sky and his hair was greasy and clearly unwashed. he was shirtless and in a pair of old sweatpants. he looked like he was about to go unconscious, either because he was exhausted or because he was in shock from seeing me.
"i'm sorry," i cried.
i sounded dumb. but i didn't know what else to say. there wasn't anything else to say.
"don't you dare apologize," he said.
i was going to question his response, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside the house, shutting the door behind us.
i was going to say more, but he pinned me against the door and crashed our lips together. we were both a mess of emotions, anger, sadness, and even a sliver of happiness.
and you could feel it all in that kiss. you could feel the anger in the way he had my body pinned against the door. you could feel the sadness in the way we both let out little whimpers as the tears ran down. and you could feel the happiness in the way he caressed my body and the way i rubbed his back.
as soon as we broke for air, we just started sobbing, holding onto each other. we didn't talk, we couldn't. we just loved each other.
it wasn't until i had to pull back to make sure he was breathing okay that we spoke.
"it was a dumb argument and it should've never happened and i'm sorry i got so mad and left by i was scared of our relationship falling apart because as you can tell i can't handle that because daniel....i fucking love you," i whispered the last part against his lips.
he pulled away from a moment and jogged to his room. i waited and he walked back to me, grabbing my left hand and sliding the engagement ring back onto my finger.
i only began crying more, hugging him and kissing his head over and over again.
he hugged tighter, lifting me up into his arms.
"i thought i lost you forever," he said.
"daniel, i would always come back to you. you're my everytime."