ethan dolan imagines

letter//one

i was bored so i wrote something then i started liking the plot of it.

couple parts i think, i thought about writing the entire thing, and it reached over four thousand words, and i wasn't even done with it. so imma just give you parts:)

only the patient can read this:)

my love,

i'm always lost in your sparkly eyes, perfectly shaped lips, curved upwards then a little dip in the middle, cupid's bow, your smooth hair so light it bounces freely when you walk with me, your smile never failed to assuage my mind, forcing it to stop thinking of anything else other than how perfect you looked that day. you're beautiful in in my concentrated eyes.

i felt so obsessed over such a being when i met you. the one person out of the entire crowd caught me. that one person that can make me feeble in all ways. it felt like a disease to drown all of my time just to stare in awe, but i wanted it to get worse and worse by the minute, because i loved it.

i always wished i could just hold your hand and tell you that i'm here for anything you need, like a shoulder to just sob on, or ears to hear you yell everything you holds in, or a pair of lips to zip with yours.

i remember when only committed most of our time talking online mostly, i was too scared to even confront my feelings towards you. everything you say is sweet and sincere. i remember when i tried to pick pieces of our talks just to find a hint of love in them that i could indulge for a while. talk complete nothings-but it felt like infinities of infinities to me.

our whole story, it all started when we exchanged conversations online, we related to anything the world offers. our humor was close to the same, apparently something you thought would never happen.

and you asked me if you wanted to meet up, the pang of fury of love exploded in my chest like a firecracker; burst of energy in half a second.

and then i watched you walk towards me, i was sitting on the bench, yet again watching your bright eyes get bigger and brighter the closer you get, your hair dancing with the movement, i probably can come up with a chapter book of things i loved about you. but you looked liked a lost fawn, you were scared when we locked eyes.

and we sat together, our smiles so noticeable, shyness wasn't being a friend. we looked at eachother, and i hear your first words ever spoken to me in person, it was soft and careful, you didn't want to hurt me. it was "hello, ethan."

yet again, that new voice drove me mad and here's when everything tumbled before me, takes me down this love that i wanted to discover. i replied back to the greeting, and we chatted along.

your voice smooth, it perfectly played a melody in my ears. you spoke with such enthusiasm, humor, and and with care.

silence was the comfortable friend, but when it's longer than a second, it attacks you internally. we never lost the eye contact, it was strong, to me, it felt like my world in a glance.

conversations turned to life stories turned into compliments, first words of flirting, it was something i loved.

"you're very cute," your lost voice spoke, and i remember when i wanted to shy away in my anti-social ball, i was very scared, very scared to reply back.

but i replied with honesty, with such care in my voice, it meant a thousand words. "you're very beautiful."

"no i'm not."