Christopher Velez Imagines

19. Memories

March 29th

I have finally moved in with Chris which means we are now living with each other. It is absolutely crazy how every morning I wake up to his presence and throughout the day I get to hear his voice singing whatever song is in his head.

A few years ago, I never would have imagined I'd be where I am with him now, and today I can't imagine ever being without him.

We just finished hanging up photos that were taken during the time we have been together. The pictures are hung up all around the house, especially our bedroom, and it really seems like our home.

It feels right to be here with him, building our own life. Not to sound like a cheesy fair-tale, but it's as if we were meant to be.

I'm glad I'm writing down all the key moments that are happening between us, so someday when we are older with our own kids, I can look back and remember how all of it started. I'll be able to relive and reread our story.

Just a little before now, I was sitting down with Chris and we sang all of our favorite songs. I know I will never forget the songs that we fell in love with more and more because of our relationship.

Chris really keeps me going and makes my day better with everything he does. I never want to leave him and I hope I never have to let go.

Chris's POV

I sat with Y/n's old journal in my hands, my elbows resting on my knees as I read it. I found the journal in an old box that I must have accidentally taken with me when I left. The book was open to the date that marked exactly two years before then and since it was written, everything had changed dramatically.

As I flipped through all our old memories, I really wondered why I had to let go. Why did I have to end something that made both of us so happy and gave me hope for so long. How did I lose sight of how much I needed her and how much she helped me?

I guess I just felt that after a while something wasn't right in our relationship, but now I was really regretting turning our love into only memories. I stupidly ended something that was and would have continued to be great.

Every day, I wish I could somehow have another chance where I wouldn't be so selfish, but I'm sure y/n has already found someone much better than me. Someone who wouldn't break up with her and then regret it a short time later.

Continuing to read more pages of her journal, I caught myself daydreaming, imagining that we were still together, although I knew that what I once had with Y/n was now only memories from our past.

I sighed as tears threatened to spill from my eyes because of how much I missed her and how mad I was at myself. No matter how much I longed for my life to return to how it was two years ago and for my dreams to be real, I knew that what we had would never actually be more than memories.

Closing my eyes sadly, I sang. "All those precious moments that we carved in stone, are only memories after all."