“What's wrong?” He left his hand on my chin softly and made me look at him. A tear fell down my cheek. “I'm not good enough. Not even for my parents.” I found the calm on his eyes, so I felt I needed to continue. “I- I am dumb and it's hard for me to concentrate all the time. And it is something I wouldn't like either to admit or look for. It just happens. I always find myself wondering about why the sky is blue or what I need for my future job. How I will decorate my future house or how my future husband will look and how he will treat me. I disconnect for moments from this world, sometimes with something as simple as the coffee's smell or seeing a landscape. And I don't regret it, unless I have an exam and I need to focus and I can't, or when my mom calls me and I don't listen. It stresses me out the fact it isn't something I control, do you understand? But people around me keep saying I'll suffer when I grow up, because ‘life isn't like a book. Neither like a movie nor like a song’ and these kinds of things... I sometimes I feel the necessity to shout to them that I understand and I hope them one day to be proud of me, because I'm tired of all of this. And even if I know it's one of my biggest problems right now, it isn't something I want to leave. I just... Have to control it.” I made a pause. “But I don't know how.” I stopped once I felt my voice broke completely and my neck was damp. He hugged me tight. It was a warm, long and peaceful hug. Like if he were giving a part of his soul to me and invited me to stay. Minutes later I didn't feel his arms around me anymore. He took me from my shoulders and said: “You are enough for me, and I promise you two things: things will get better and I'll be with you in the process if you need someone who make you understand this, but dammit. You are beautiful and talented, kind and gentle, and I don't understand why your parents don't appreciate that, but they're your parents, so I cannot say a lot about them.” He laughed, making me smile. I dried my last tear with my hand and looked at him. “You are the strongest girl I know. And even if you didn't notice, I've seen how you've cried this morning. That's why I wanted to talk with you. I don't like to see you crying like that, and here you have me anytime you need someone to tell how things are going. You aren't alone, even if you sometimes think you are. I'll never leave. Okay?” “Thank you. For real.” I hugged him once more without worrying about the moment it would end.
Shawn Mendes Imagine
-Enjoy every single moment