Shawn Mendes Imagines

Special

Shawn doesn't make me blush; he makes my heart race so fast that it feels like it's about to burst out of my chest with joy and happiness.

Shawn doesn't make out with me; he kisses me with so much passion as if I'm the only girl in the world. Each kiss is filled with all his love.

Shawn doesn't hug me; he embraces me tightly, holding me close, secretly hoping i'll never let go.

Shawn doesn't look into my eyes; he stares into them as if they are the most beautiful gem on the planet, like they are the most captivating object he's ever laid eyes on.

Shawn doesn't hold my hand; he squeezes it so tightly, yet so comfortably, as if he's afraid I'm gonna let go, he entwines them together gently, our fingers laced together.

Shawn doesn't want to have sex; when the time is right he wants to make love, not just your ordinary Netflix and chill, but a slow, gentle, passionate time together.

Shawn doesn't tell me he loves me; his words will leave his mouth, fluently creating a wonderful phrase like poetry about how much he loves me and how much I mean to him. In my mind, its much more special than a simple I love you.

What we have is special, a golden relationship and I have no doubt in my mind that Shawn is the one I want to be with forever.