🌸Shawn Mendes Imagines🌸

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"He made me feel so strong. But also weak. I saw him and it was like I saw light in my dark little world. He just made me happy and sad and weird all at once. I had no idea how much power he had over me and I loved him.

I loved him. I loved his eyes. I loved his hair. I loved his nose. I loved his lips. I loved him.

He was my drug that I was addicted to and I liked it. I loved it.

The fact that he liked me made me happy. I was always happy with him. We would argue. We would. But the more arguments we had meant more moments.

Moments where we would just stare at each other like we were the only two in the world. The hugs. The gentle touches. The 'I love you's'

He's so insecure and I hate it when he was. I'd always compliment him. Make him feel good. Make him happy.

Because it is my job to make him happy. To make him feel loved. Why wouldn't I?

He's amazing and cool and awesome and beautiful all at once. I don't deserve him at all yet I have him.

He makes me happy. I'm always happy when I'm around him and leaving seems so unbearable.

I hate it when he's sad. It tears me apart.

He can get so unbearably annoying and for some amazing reason I love it.

When I'm with him, I am just really happy and no one or nothing could change that.

He is Shawn.

I'm not good enough and he still likes me. I am utterly and amazingly in love and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I love him." you finished off, wiping a tear.

You got down from the podium and went to the mahogany coffin your love was rested it.

You reached down and caressed his cheek.

"I'll always love you, Shawn."

"Goodbye"

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