Imagine that you met Taylor Swift in Central Park
Your boyfriend of three years breaks up with you.
The feeling wasn't mutual, so when he asked you to break up, it was a surprise. Love was always a game of chance, a game of circumstance. It was having the proper equation, a balance between moments. You took a deep breath in the mirror.
You notice your eyebags. You see how red your eyes are. The reflection of yourself doesn't remind you of you. This is what pushes you to move forward, to keep going. You wash your face. You take care of yourself. You eat lunch. These things are easier on better days, but this is what you need.
You look at the dress. You see that it's better on with heels, so you do. You wear those heels. He didn't like it when you wore heels, but the truth is you do. You wear your favorite ones. They are color blue. You put on your headphones on. You listen to your favorite songs. You stumble over a song that's been out long ago. He didn't get that song, but you loved it.
It's been seven days since you've last seen him. You've been wondering if love was real. You've felt that love wasn't permanent. It breaks, it burns, it ends. However, you were walking back to your favorite park and somehow everything was better. The restaurants you've been to with him disappear. The city changes before your eyes.
As you walk into the bench, you don't notice the person next to you. She's on her phone, with a cat on her lap. Out of curiosity, you see that it's your friend, Taylor Swift. As kind as she is, she gives you a warm welcome. Her eyes light up as she talks to you.
"Hi, you feeling better yet?"
"Yeah, much better."
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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.)
