dolan twins ; imagines.

↬ angel [g]

three months have passed since his departure, i still think of him every single day, my heart still aches every time i open my phone seeing my lockscreen of him, my mind is always racing with memories of him, i cannot stop thinking about him.

i visit his room a couple of times a week, and today was one of them. the dolans did the best thing by leaving his room the way he left it. so as i walked in i was hit by grayson's familiar scent, my eyes start clouding with tears almost immediately, but i quickly wipe them away with the back of the hoodie i'm wearing, which is actually grayson's. i sit on his desk, spinning around in his white chair, when then i saw his drawers next to his bed, i hesitated to open it, too afraid of what i might find, but too curious to know what he left  behind, i chew on my lips anxiously, fighting a battle with myself on if i should open it or not. and when i finally came to a decision, i felt my body walk hesitantly to those drawers, and i sit on the cold marble floor, my hand reaching for the metal knob and i tug it open,

i let out a breath i wasn't aware of holding when i saw that it looked almost ordinary, a few papers here and there, headphones and phone covers, i start digging through the irrelevant papers until i found something, a small, black notebook. my eyes scrunch in confusion as i lightly pick up the notebook, i sit down, my back against the bed, opening the cover and reading the first page,

— to my angel,
hi my love, how are you? i hope you're doing well, and i hope i'm taking care of you at the moment you're reading this. hm, if you're reading this it must mean that we're married now, because thats when i'm planning to give this notebook to you, i hope we had a beautiful wedding, i hope it was the way you wanted it to be, i hope all of our family and friends were there! that would've been awesome! 

anyways, in this very notebook, i'll be writing about you, meaning i'll be writing about my whole universe. lets start with the day i asked you to be mine, 5/3/2014 , what a beautiful memory. i bet you're going "awh! my softie!" because thats what you always call me when i do cute shit such as remembering things, and i bet i'm staring at you and asking myself "how did i get this lucky?" . also me being cheesy, but i love you dude, what the hell can i do?

i'll be writing about our journey in these next pages, from how i asked you to be mine and our first date, from the time i was hospitalized and you kept me company and the time i had to come at your best friend's funeral, i promise to write it all.

so keep on reading, for the next page holds
our first encounter.

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this made me sad.
yes i left this purposely
open for your imaginations
or mine if i were to write
more of this chapter, definitely
let me know if i should make
a part two?

🍼; stay safe and hydrated, loves.