"It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?"
― L. M. Montgomery
Imagines about our beloved hockey players.
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Warnings: Angst, a lot of tears, some swearwords, soft Tito.
Word Count: 5.8K
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They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. They say time will heal all wounds. They say all kinds of things, but you know deep down they aren't true, it isn't that easy. Your chest still tightens almost painfully every time his name comes up, every time you hear something, anything about him. It hurts, even after all these years apart.
It wasn't a mutual decision to break things off, it was your decision. A decision that until this day is the hardest one you ever made, still doubting if you made the right choice. It seemed like the most logical solution, break things off with Anthony so you can see more of the world. Anthony was already drafted, playing his ass off in the league to prove himself. You didn't and couldn't ask him to give that up, it was his dream. Just like it was your dream to travel the world and see all the amazing things this planet had to offer.
You can remember the conversation you had with Anthony word by word. It still haunts you, it still makes unwanted appearances in your dreams, nightmares, everywhere. He begged you, oh he begged you to stay, to try long distance, to try anything except breaking up. You cried, trying to get him to see your point, trying to convince him letting go was the right option, even though you weren't truly convinced yourself.
It was the hardest thing you ever did, leaving both of you heartbroken. His face, swollen eyes, tears streaming down his face still make you tear up whenever it pops back into your mind. Opening the door of your apartment and closing it behind you broke you. Leaving behind the guy you were hopelessly in love with, the guy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, your soulmate, it was an experience you don't wish upon anyone. It wrecked you, closing the door, not only to your apartment, but also to him, to his heart, and even to your own heart.
You broke his heart that day, breaking your own in the process. Never, not even a minute, you felt whole again. It always felt like there was something missing and you knew what it was. It was him. You missed him all those years ago, and you still miss him now. Nothing changed for you, your feelings for Anthony haven't changed. You still love him as much as you did when you were in a relationship with him.
You can't help but wonder if he ever thinks about you. Do you ever cross his mind? Does his chest still tightens when you come up in a conversation? Does he still scroll through the endless pictures trying to remember all the good times you two shared? Because you do, every damn time. Anthony is like a ghost of your past, always present, never leaving you alone. You're not even sure if you want him to leave you alone at this point. You'd rather have those memories, those feelings, those pictures than nothing.
It would mean that it's over for real, and that's something you aren't ready for yet. It might sound stupid, keeping hope after all these years. But it's the one thing that kept you going after you realized your massive mistake. Often you wonder if it's all been worth it. You traveled the world, visited all the places you dreamed of, ate all the crazy things you could imagine, but you did it all alone. You did everything without him. Sure, you made friends along the way, but it's different.
