Taylor Swift Imagines

Love Letters

(Y/N)'s point of view:

It was early in the morning, around eight.  I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a relaxing bath with my vanilla/lavender bath salt and some candles. It was Christmas and I was staying at my parents' house. Even tho I loved being with them and my siblings, it was different this year.

Taylor was in New York, working. You didn't really like the fact that you were back in England, almost 4000 miles away from her but you understand that she has an album to release and that's a priority of hers. Of course, you were also a  priority but you two made a compromise and agreed on spending New Year's Eve together.

I was lying in the bathtub with my black tea and I was listening to my favorite Christmas playlist. I wasn't in the mood for the holidays, even though I tried everything. I listened to all the Christmas songs I love and know, I went to the Christmas Tree Farm to pick out the perfect tree to decorate, I took my brother's kids ice skating, we had a pretty long walk around the Christmas market and we had a nice hot chocolate after, but still nothing.

It's the first Christmas in 4 years that I have to spend without Taylor. And her, not replying to my text messages wasn't helpful at all. I sighed and took a sip of my tea. At least I get to see her in a week, back in New York.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a soft knock on the bathroom's door.

'Come in!' i shouted and watched as my sister entered the room.

'I'm absolutely gobsmacked by your fiancé, (Y/N)! Is it weird that I fancy her myself as well?'

'I mean, she's pretty much the best out there so not really weird' I laughed at my sister's statement. 'But what makes you so star-struck over her?'

Iris smiled at me with the biggest smile on her face and handed me an envelope. I was fast enough to wipe my wet hands before taking it from her.

'Have fun reading it. Please, don't hit me with the juicy, dirty details' she laughed and left me alone with my letter.

I slowly opened the envelope and was faced with a handwritten letter. I grinned from ear to ear. I always knew Taylor was a hopeless romantic but she never did anything like this before.

"Darling,
since you're my muse, my sun, my moon and all my stars, you're my lover, my one and only, I think it's time for me to share one of the first things I've ever written about you. I've never showed it to anyone before, not even my mom (which is quite a big thing considering how much I love her)."

I laughed slightly while a tear rolled down my left cheek.

"I knew you're going to be someone really special to me the day I met you, but never in a million years I thought it's possible to love someone this much. I dreamed of a love that was really something, not just the idea of something and I'm finally hundred percent sure that I found it in you. Oh lord, it would be the perfect moment to ask you to marry me but I've already did that."

I chuckled as I wiped more tears away.

"So here goes my poem, the one I kept in secret for so long because I felt extremely vulnerable when it even crossed my mind.

'When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated
as a child with sidewalk chalk. When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away
with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends.

When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink forming the words of a thousand voices. Echoes she heard even in her sleep: Whatever you say, it is not right. Whatever you do, it is not enough. Your kindness is fake. Your pain is manipulative.

When she lay there on the ground, she dreamed of time machines and revenge
and a love that was really something, not just the idea of something.

When she finally rose, she rose slowly. Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes.

When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness. Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck bathed in her brokenness. Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor
she never knew she needed. Standing broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really something, not just the idea of something.

When she turned to go home, she heard the echoes of new words: May your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice.
And even louder: without your past, you could never have arrived- so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance - here.'

..and with that, I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, my sweet girl.

Love,
Taylor"

I was a crying mess by the end of her letter. I got out of the tub, I got dressed and rushed back to my room here my phone was.

I let out a loud groan when Taylor didn't reply to my call.

"where the hell are you?!" I whispered to myself.

'Iris!? How did you know that the letter was written by Taylor? The envelope dosen't say anything about it' I walked into the living room, looking at the envelope in my hand.

Taylor's point of view:

One day was enough to realize I don't wanna spend the holidays away from (Y/N). So I bought the first airplane ticket to England and I left New York.

I was sitting in my lover's parents' living room with (Y/N)'s sister.

'I really do appreciate all the things you do for my sister, it's adorable. She finally found the love that she deserves.'

I was about to answer when I heard her voice. The voice that makes me smile even on my worst days.

'Iris!? How did you know that the letter was written by Taylor? The envelope dosen't say anything about it.'

'You have to guess, Smarty pants!' I laughed at the confused tone she had in her voice.

Her eyes met mine, her facial expression turned into a surprised one, the smile she had on her face grew bigger when she saw me.

'I can't believe you're actually here' she crashed her body to mine. She held me as close as she could. My hands were around her hips, and hers were around my neck.

'I missed you so much, baby' I whispered in her ear.

'I missed you too, Tay' she kissed me. 'What about your album?' she asked.

'It can wait. You're my number one priority, I'll work after the holidays when we go back to New York. Don't you worry your pretty little mind about it' I caressed her face and put a gentle kiss on her forehead.

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