Imagine Taylor Swift helping you through a break up.
You were sitting in the park bench watching the cars drive past you. Your holding on to the last letter you were supposed to give him that day. Your tears are streaming down your face. You pay no effort to wiping them off. This is how you felt. You had no shame in how you felt. It's not how you grew up.
You grew up honest and true. You valued telling your truth above all else, so when your boyfriend left you in the park where you first told each other, "i love you.", it was painful. It was as if the world collapsed onto your shoulders. It was the struggle to breathe and the sudden fight to reach the surface. It was the clear unsettling feeling after hearing the words that you did not want to hear from his mouth, from his voice. Love was love. It has the quiet ability to make you feel the lightest you've ever been and the heaviest you've ever felt.
You don't know how long you've been sitting there on the bench until someone sat beside you. You looked at your side and you saw it was Taylor Swift. You've seen Taylor walk around the park before, but you've never said Hi.
"You okay?" She asked.
"No." You replied. She hands you a hankerchief and you take it to dry your eyes.
"We broke up, Tay. I feel like shit."
"You'll be okay. I swear you'll be. I know how you feel, more than most people. It'll hurt for awhile, but each time that the hurt comes. You'll learn to get stronger. Please know that."
"Thank you."
"Want to grab some cinnabons with me?"
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Taylor Swift Imagines
FanfictionWell what more can I say? This is all for the swifties out there. ( It says completed, but it's not.)
