I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Love Me Like a Sailor

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Taylor whispers to you as she pulls you close and cradles you against her body. "I can't love you back."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you burrow into her chest. "But you love me," you insist. "You love me, Tay."

You feel her take a deep breath, and her arms around you tighten. "I do. But I can't. It's wrong."

"Why does it have to be wrong if it feels right?"

You two spend the night holding the other and weeping, as the weight of the unspoken truth presses down on both of you. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Taylor's face, illuminating the conflict in her eyes. You can feel the rapid beat of her heart against your cheek, and it mirrors the chaos inside you.

"Because the world won't understand," she finally murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't risk everything I've worked for. The scrutiny, the rumours… It would destroy us both."

"But what about us?" you ask, your voice breaking. "What about what we feel right now? Is that supposed to mean nothing?"

Taylor gently tilts your chin up, forcing you to look into her eyes. "It means everything," she says, her voice trembling. "That's why this hurts so much."

You search her face, desperate for any sign that she might change her mind, but all you see is the pain that mirrors your own. She leans down and presses a tender, bittersweet kiss to your forehead.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," she whispers again, her voice cracking. "But I have to let you go."

You cling to her, not wanting to accept the finality of her words, but deep down, you know she’s made up her mind. The night drags on, and the tears eventually dry up, leaving a hollow ache in your chest.

As the first light of dawn begins to creep into the room, Taylor gently disentangles herself from you. She lingers for a moment, her hand warm on your cheek, before she reluctantly pulls away. The warmth of her body fades, leaving you cold and alone.

Without another word, she slips out of the room, leaving you to face the morning — and the world — without her. The door closes softly behind her, but the sound echoes in your heart like a final, devastating goodbye.

†

You let out a sob and curl up like a cat.

Travis Kelce.

The name echoes bitterly in your mind. The third man she's dating after you, after Joe, after Matty.

You two haven't talked in nearly seven years, and yet you find yourself looking through her social medias everyday, looking for a hint, a single little sign that she might miss you.

But the truth is, she's moved on. You know she has, with how loudly she is loving this man.

So maybe it's time for you to move on, too.

†

The stadium's cheers are deafening, your girlfriend's arms warm and comforting around your waist.

You two are at one of Taylor's shows — she's a fan, and you'd hate to tell her your history with the singer. And besides, you've moved on. You're over her, like she's over you. At least that's what you thought.

Until you see her eyes and face physically fall when she sees you in the crowd, holding your girlfriend's hand.