Taylor Swift Imagines

Meant to be

Your point of view:

"You know, Y/N, sometimes I feel like it's my destiny to roll my eyes at happy couples. I feel like I'm the girl before 'the one'. I'm not 'the one'. I'm the girl they think is the one for them and when it dosen't work out with me, they meet the next girl and realize she IS the one. It sucks. I'm so bad at love. And there's this girl, I always waste my 11:11 on her. She dosen't even recognize me."

It was painful to hear Taylor talking about her love life.

Why? Because I knew exactly I could never be part of it. I was madly in love with her since high school but she can't stop talking about this girl. I feel bad for her. She wastes her time on girls like this one and when it doesn't work out, she turns into a complete mess. And of course I'm the one who gets her together again.

"She's literally the most caring girl I've ever met. She has the most beautiful eyes and smile. She's so passionate and so smart. She's perfect inside and out. But she only sees me as a friend" she sighed.

"Look, Tay," I grabbed her hand and looked deep in her eyes "no matter how many coins you toss into the fountain, how many fingers you cross or how many 11:11 you waste. If it's not meant to be, it won't happen. Just let it be. Plus, she's stupid if she dosen't see how amazing you are."

Taylor's point of view:

"Yeah, you're so fucking stupid. How can you not see that you're the one I'm talking about" I thought to myself.

I'm in love with Y/N ever since I met her at high school. She's my sunshine, my happiness, the love of my life. I've tried to date other girls in the past just to forget about her, but it was useless. She's the one for me.

"If so, looks like I'm going to die alone" I whispered to myself.

Maybe Selena's right and I should let her go. At least I should try. It's clear that she doesn't feel the same as I do. It's going to be hard but I have to let her go. I can't chase her in my whole life, can I!?

"Yes, you're probably right. I should let her go. It's not meant to be, I'm hundred percent sure about that." I sighed and she slowly reached for my hand. 

"Sometimes the hardest thing is the right thing, Tay. Your self respect gotta be stronger than your feelings" I nodded in agreement.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry so bad but I couldn't. Not in front of her.

Your point of view:

I should do the same. Maybe I should let her go. At least I should try. It's clear now that she doesn't feel the same as I do. It's going to be hard but I have to let her go. I can't chase her in my whole life, can I!?

Two months have passed and I was laying on my bed, while I was watching her getting ready for her date with a guy, named Calvin. It was painful but she's happy and it's all that matters to me. I tried to move on, I really did but it was impossible.

"How do I look?" she asked and turned to face me.

"You're so gorgeous" I smiled at her. At least I tried to put the most honest smile possible on my face but she had a confused look in her eyes.

"I know you, Y/N. It was really not your happiest smile... Is something wrong, babe?" she layed next to me on the bed and I died a little inside when she called me babe.

"There's nothing" I moaned and covered my face with my hands. This situation is fucked up.

She turned to face me on the bed and I did the same. We were so close, our lips were inches away. She looked in to my eyes and then to my lips. She started to lean in.

I took a deep breath and got up fast.

"You should get going. Calvin's waiting for you" I ran my fingers through my hair.

Did she really try to kiss me?

"Uh, yeah, you're right. I will call you when I get home." she faked a smile and left my apartment as fast as she could.

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