Joey Birlem Imagines

He found me

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I've been searching for him my whole life.

We met, dated, and then I left. With all types of memories in between. It lasted from 8th grade until 11th, and then I left states.

And now, I live in my own apartment, my roommate being my best friend, Claire. She's always been there for me.

And whenever I need to talk about him, she's always the first to want to listen.

His name is Joseph Birlem.

Joey, is what everyone called him. I can't find him anywhere on Instagram or Twitter. He's never there; it's like he never existed. I hope he did.

Otherwise, I've been living a lie.

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I walked inside my apartment door. "I'm home!" 

No reply. 

Claire's probably sleeping. I know this because when she goes to bed, she always leaves the hallway light on, and no other light.

I turn on the kitchen light, which illuminated the living room as well.

If only I could recognise it.

And I know you're probably thinking, 'its' your apartment. Why can't you recognise it?'

The answer?

Because the entire two rooms are filled with roses. Hundreds of thousands of deeply-coloured, red roses. 

I knew it before I saw him; they were from Joey.

He then showed up as if by magic, Claire behind him, smiling happily, seeing us together.

I jumped into Joey's arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Surprise," he whispered, sending goosebumps down my body.

"You found me," I say, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Why wouldn't I? You were the love of my life," he whispers, which caused me to cry even more.

And there, in that moment, I knew.

Joey was the love of my life.

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a/n

ahhhh i was requested this ages ago but i never got around to it.

sorry :(

but i'm back :)

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-Chloe xxx