Shawn mendes imagines

Missing her

(Shawn's POV)
I missed her. So much. I missed the way she can't play guitar at all but she strums it anyway. I miss how she smells like a mixture of fruity berries and the autumn air. I miss how she runs her hands along my muscles and how intrigued she is by them. I miss her making little jokes about how much taller I am. I miss the softness of her lips and how she never rushes anything.

I miss how she laughs at her terrible attempt at makeup but insists on wearing it anyway. I miss the little smile she does and how she hides behind her hair when she is embarrassed. I miss how she doesn't stop talking when she is nervous and how she can't stop her feet from moving. I miss her stupid little walk she does when she is in a rush. I miss how her hair smells of her shampoo and how she likes it when I play with it. I miss her terrible jokes and her capability to make me laugh just by her tiny actions that she does. I miss her going on and on about random topics. I miss her so much.

I saw her the other day. She ran up to me with her arms wide open and ran her fingers along my arms. She kissed me gently on the lips. She smelt like perfume and her hair smelt of shampoo. I told her I loved her and she looked away smiling that beautiful smile. She told me a joke and rambled on about how great life is because of books. I didn't really listen though; I just stared at her in admiration. I will always love her. Always. And when she one day forgets me, I will still be missing her.