Taylor Swift and Jake Gyllenhaal - All Too Well

Chapter 13

* Almost 3 years later, the end of the North American RED Tour *

(A few of the things I'm going to mention happened after the time it takes place, so just ignore my inaccuracy of order of events)

I'm doing better than great now.

I was just nominated for 4 Grammy's

I was called the world's biggest pop star

I am wrapping up a 66 show tour

I have everything, but one thing is missing, love.

I haven't been a relationship for awhile now. It was a year and a half before I was in a relationship after Jake. It took time to mend myself. I think I've finally mended myself enough to love again; to find that one great love. The say it's easy to find love, but it's hard to find that one great love, and it just wasn't Jake.

For the first 6 moths or so, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Even if I did, I would think of him in everything. There's still days, maybe 2 times a year, I'm deeply sad about it. It is the greatest love I've know so far. It was a love that showed me so many things. It made me see the world with new eyes. It made me fear nothing in love, because the worst and best that could happen, already has.

I think of him when I wear a scarf or see one. I think of him at Thanksgiving. I think of him when I see eyes the same shade of blue as his. I think of him when I write any song, even if it's not about him. I wonder what he thinks about me writing basically a whole album about him when he didn't want me to write a single song. I think of him when I scroll through my texts. I still have that conversation. I never deleted it. Maybe it's because a part of me wants to relive any moment we were together, so I could know what true love feels like, just one more time

~ Page Break ~

"Nashville is RED!" We finish our final group chant before the show. As I'm walking under the stage, my assistant hands me my phone. "Taylor, you have a voicemail." She hands me the phone and I see what it says, "Voicemail from Jake"

My heart skips a beat. I shakily out the phone to my ear to hear it.

"Hey Taylor, I'm not sure if you will even listen to this because of the way things were left between us, but I got the chance to listen to all of your album RED. I know I said not to wrote any songs about me, but I feel so stupid for saying that. It was such a bittersweet experience for me, like looking through a photoalbum. I know tonights the last show of this part of your tour. I have a surprise for you, but you'll have to see it later. I've always loved you. I remember everything, all too well."

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(Sigh) Guys, this is the last chapter. The sequel with an undetermined title will be out soon.

One day in July, I came across this website called Wattpad. I had heard it was great for people who loved to read and write like me, so I joined. On August 14th, I decided to take a crazy chance and post an actual story on here. I decided to make a story about a ship I found quite interesting. I had almost completely given up on it. I didn't update for about 3 months. I didn't see a purpose in writing it. Then I realized, I can see this images in my mind anyways, I won't stop imagining these things just because I don't write them down, so why not let people see a small part of my imagination? You guys have no idea how much time I spent on here planning and typing. I hate to say it, but a few times, I wanted to write so badly that I skipped studying to come on here. The day I got 100 reads, I was utterly shocked. Here we are, a little less than 2 months later, and I have over 700 reads on a story that might not have been continued if that little piece of my imagination hadn't ever been shared. I may not have continued if I had one vote less or one comment less. Every single thing you do counts, no matter how little you think it is. Some of the days, I would come on here because I felt that I had nothing else I could invest myself into that I was genuinely proud of, but this was that one thing. I could talk more about this for hours. But what I'm mostly trying to say, is every little thing, even if all you did was read one chapter, helped me continue, not just the story, but helped be believe in anything else that I once was hopeless about. I will forever and always love you guys. One last time,

XOXOXO Madison