Custom Crush Imagines

don’t you know i’m scared? i’m scared to love you - to like you, even. sometimes we laugh and you make me smile and sing and when i think about you… i don’t know. it’s like you’re standing there, looking over at me, and i can’t tell what you’re thinking. but i know i don’t want you to stop. just looking at me. and i haven’t felt this way about someone in so long. like maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance of something good happening. but i don’t want to get my hopes up. so i’m scared. i’m scared to love you in case you never love me back. i’m scared that you do, because i don’t think i could stand you leaving. i’m scared about any possibility that comes to mind and i don’t know if you get that. do you?

“How do I know it was actually love?” “I think it comes down to whether or not it was worth it. Was knowing them, having memories of them, sharing Sunday evenings with them and learning that story about the scar on their knee worth the pain of them walking away? If it was, if you wouldn’t trade all of those memories of them - of the moments when they would laugh at something on the radio or brush your hair out of your eyes - to make the pain that’s ripping through your heart like a natural disaster right now stop, then I think yes, you could call that love.”

Do you ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them?

i. he is late-night reassurances and warm embrace. ii. when the world all fades to black, his name will still be on your lips. iii. the universe will forget itself before you let go of this, you think. iv. even the sun knows to let you be when your fingers are tangled in his. v. your every breath is a prayer that you’ll never have to see him leave, and the stars oblige.

We are memories yet to be.

I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies