IMAGINE a world like that...

•im crying (cuz i love you) 2•

~in wich~
I continue the story from part 1, and you get to witness Ariana realizing something...
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Ariana's pov

24 hours.

It had been not a minute less then the 24 hour mark since I said 'I do' and became Ariana Grande-Gomez.

And I can't stand it.

Now, I know what you're thinking, isn't it a good thing that you're married Ariana? Yes, yes it is, because this is something I've always wanted, it's just that, while I like the sound of Ariana grande-Gomez...I like the sound of Ariana grande-y/ln even better.

Unfortunately for me, y/n doesn't. And that's how we ended up where we are today.

I was waiting for dalton to get back from signing some last minute work documents, so we can leave for our honeymoon trip

Packing my clothes, making sure I had everything I was gonna need for this 4 day trip, when while looking in my closet for a top to pack with a certain pair of pants, I caught a glimpse of a mustard yellow hoodie hidden behind some other tops and what not.

And for some reason I grabbed it, knowing immediately that i shouldn't have grabbed it because it would remind me of her, and that's just what it did.

I remember the day I stole this hoodie from y/n like it was yesterday. I hate that day. I hate that day with everything in me, because it was the day she held me while we watched movies, so delicately, the day she kissed my forehead softly a thousand times and refused to let me get up from cuddling her, the day she built my heart up and gave me hope that I could have an actual relationship with her....but it was also the day she tore the heart she had built up, right on down like it was nothing.

And it was nothing...

To her at least.

But for me? Oh boy I was a mess.

I don't know why I've kept this hoodie all this time, 3 and a half years after that night, and most people would think that I would want nothing to do with anything that reminds me of y/n or the pain I felt that night, but that's not the case for me.

And even now, that I'm with dalton, married, everything...everything, reminds me of her.

I won't lie and say that dalton doesn't make me happy, because he does. He treats me right, he's funny, he's smart, sweet, caring, all of the above...he's just, not her.

The day I met dalton, I was instantly attracted to him, it's just in his charming nature. The week after I met dalton, I was convinced I was gonna marry him, I even told y/n about it...the first few months after being with him, I was completely and utterly hooked on him, he was the one I wanted. And you can imagine how happy I was when he proposed to me. I was over y/n, I knew I was...

But as I sit here on the edge of me and daltons bed, with y/ns sweatshirt clutched in both of my hands, I realize, that I'm not over her...I never was.

And I don't think I ever will be.

I want to be the first person y/n checks her phone for I'm the morning, the one she has random late night conversations with, the one she laughs uncontrollably with at our favorite movies, the one she calls cute ass nicknames for no reason, the one she talks to everyday nonstop, hell, I even want to be the one she argues with or gets mad at if that means I get to love her the way I want to.