don't forget s.m✔️

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amanda;
"can i go to magcon?"  "no."
"can i go to digitour?"  "no."
"can i go to any tour?"  "no."
"can i go to a concert?" "maybe."
"shawn mendes." "yes."

even though my mother was definitely not a huge fan of magcon, she knew my passion for music.
specifically shawn's music.
every time his song started playing, i would sing along.
lost in that angelic voice. lost in those beautiful set of lungs he owns.

it had taken a while for my mother to realize my love for him.
when she finally did, i basically threw a mini party.

my imagination went wild.
thinking of his perfect smile and godly features, my pale knees went weak every time.
the way his lips curled to perform a smirk. the way his eyes were a perfect brown.
the way his arm muscles could werk.
the way his hands were really cute.
the way his abs were perfectly defined.
the way his everything was amazing.

how i wanted him to hold me.
how i wanted him to kiss me.
make me feel extremely happy.

and if this is what it takes, i will infact attend his concert.
listen to his beautiful voice.
watch his perfect jawline move while he sings.
how his hands move delicately along his guitar.
i wish i could have all that.

when he plucks two chords, that is the most amazing sound in the universe.
because when he plays his guitar, those two chords will play perfectly together.

as if they were meant to be.