Iᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ A Wᴏʀʟᴅ Lɪᴋᴇ Tʜᴀᴛ! [𝙁. 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙] 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦.

F.W | I'll Still Have Me.

Y/n's Thoughts.

3:18 am.

You know the feeling of falling inlove with someone you can never have?

Yeah no shit, it ain't fun.

Probably one of the most struggling things to deal with.

You wake up, fantasise over someone all fucking day.

Search up bullshit more like stalking, found the thing you're looking for then break down.

You're fucked up, is what you're thinking.

Making yourself feel like this hopeless romantic.

You even lose yourself.

It's fun at times.

But actually, it really is not.

Like you know the pain you can seriously never explain?

The insecurities?

It hurts right?

The pain that's been in me, i can't even handle it anymore.

How can they be with him?

What about me?

And I can't even stop it.

"hi! Nice to meet you!"

"hello."

"see you soon!"

All in your dreams.

You know it's really impossible to happen.

You literally live in the same world.

Yet different countries.

It's like you're so close and yet so far.

Just a simple hug.

A fucking hug.

I'll be fine.

I'm gonna be okay.

Third person's POV.

As Y/n held her thoughts in her mind at 3 am, she began to tear up, why? Why would her first love be like this?

What's the point?

But you know,

Atleast she still has herself.

if she doesn't have him, atleast she still has herself.

She's gonna be okay.

She'll move on.

And she knows it.

That's it.

That's the imagine.

A/n: sorry :< ily all.