Imagine waking up in the morning to Jared Leto:
The sunlight gently caressing the entire bedroom, your rested eyes squinting at the warmth. You take a deep breath in as you scan the landscape outside the window. The glass falls from the ceiling to the soft-carpeted floor. You stretch your relaxed body, protected by sheets so white it feels like a cloud.
Taking in your surroundings, you hear a familiar voice, calming yet strong, “Good morning sleepyhead.”
You jerk your head in the voice’s direction, startled. Relief overcomes your body when you make out the source of the soothing voice.
By the window, flooded by light, sits a person that resembles something of an angel in your blurred vision. His dark grey knit sweater hugs his figure so perfectly, the sleeves ever so slightly covering his strong hands. His legs dangling effortlessly over the vintage wooden stool, wearing sweatpants that exaggerate his package, much to your liking. His hands curl delicately around a fresh cup of coffee.
“I made you one too.” He says gesturing to the end table.
His dark brown hair sticking out and curling in a way that makes you want to melt into the floorboards. He flashes the most beautiful smile you have ever seen in your direction, then continues to place down his coffee and instead picks up your guitar. The way the sunlight kisses his sculpted face and him serenading you makes you rub your eyes in disbelief. This can’t be real, its too good to be true.
He begins singing a song you’ve never heard before. The lyrics, the playing, his angelic voice… It all causes your heart to beat fast. You’re so weak staring into his beautiful bright blue eyes, him staring right back at you
Once finished he says, “I wrote than one for you.”
He slowly rises from the stool and makes his way over to you. He sits on the bed next to you and brushes your hair behind your ears.
“You’re beautiful, you know that? Even in the morning you look flawless.” He says in a deep, almost whisper. “I love you, Y/N.”
He leans over and presses a light kiss on your forehead, then passes your coffee to you as you sit up.
“I love you too, Jared.”
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’