Taylor Swift imagines▪️GXG▪️

She used to call me darling

[ ^ giving very ✨cottage core✨ and I suggest listening to some conan gray, girl in red or something while reading girlies]

Y/n pov

"Darling", taylor mumbled as we woke up. Butterflies in my stomach always started to fly around when she called me that. And It felt even better when her arms were protectively wrapped around my body.

Or at least thats how I remember it feeling. Now I watch her hold hands and share jackets with someone else. And no, I don't wish I was him, I just wish I was with her again. She made my life sweeter and now its back to the grey-ish routine it used to be. When we were together I got addicted to daily compliments, getting held until I fell asleep securely in her arms, special kisses, nicknames that lasted. Now I'm like a drug addict without their drugs. She was the drug I couldn't bare loosing. But now she's gone for good, and it's all my fault.

"And one day, there'll be a ring on that finger", taylor confidently said. "Oh really, what kind of ring? How soon? Where?", I asked. "Hold on, you'll see", she smirked and brought me in by the waist. "Okay. Looking forward to it", I told her.

Well, there isn't a ring on my finger. There's only tear drops. The promised future, hasn't come and I don't think it ever will. My future used to seem like such a definite path of fun. Like nothing I did could ever disturb it, now its almost just like my worst nightmares; the nightmares taylor usually coaxed me through.

"Ugh", taylor groaned as she threw herself onto the couch. I frowned and sat on her lap, "whats wrong baby?", I asked. "That man. He couldn't stop eye fucking you.", she said in pure jealousy. "Ba-", "no. You don't understand. I don't want you with anyone else", she said. I couldn't help but giggle at her jealousy. "Well than, you're in luck", I told her. "I know", she said. I just chuckled and pushed her back so I could tickle her.

All I do is remember her, all the memories we made, all the plans we had. No more jealousy, just nostalgia. No view was ever better than the one I had when I looked at her.

"Look, look!", I said and pointed to the Farris wheel. "Yeah? Wanna ride it?", she asked. "Yeah of course, I've never been on one", I said excitedly. We got our tickets and got on. But I didn't know that taylor asked the man to stop it when we were at the top. "Why'd it stop?", I asked. "So I could do this...", she said and kissed me passionately while litteral fireworks went off in the distance.

No more fireworks. No more love. No more surprise kisses. None of that. I like to think that she left me for someone else or that I wasn't good enough for her, Because facing the reality that our love died, is way too painful think.