Taylor Swift Imagines

64| You'll be okay again, i promise you.

Imagine Taylor helping you out with your break up.

"I'm sorry, but this has to end." The line ended, but you didn't notice. You stayed there sitting for awhile, waiting for something to shake you off this. When nothing changed, you knew it was real. He, your love, broke up with you. For real, this time.

You stood up from the ground and called your friend. She picked up after three rings.

"Y/N! Can't you believe it? I'm so happy. Joe made breakfast for me. Isn't he the sweetest?" Taylor said. When you didn't reply, Taylor had this sinking feeling that something was wrong.

"Is there somethin-"

"He broke up with me, Tay." You announced, cutting Taylor off before she could finish her sentence. Just like that, you felt yourself fall apart even more. You really thought that he was the one, that somehow the universe would give you this one singularity.

"i'm so sorry, Y/N. When was this? Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm not. I really am not okay with any of this."

"you're going to be okay, i promise. It's hard to think of someone that way: it's hard to think of someone or speak to someone in the past tense when you thought of them as your present and your future. i'm sorry this happened."

"Can you please come here? I need you."

"always, i'll be here always."