Imagine:

Justin in the bedroom:

Me:

(Source: spoonswaggers)

#Imagine: Justin: We both said I love you. We got into a fight. And before I could say sorry, you told me your ‘I love you’ was a lie.

#Imagine DJ at the club: Put your hands up if you really love somebody. Justin: *turns to you* I don’t have enough hands to express how much love I have for you.

#Imagine You: Well what do you want me to say? Justin: Just tell me we will be together someday, it’s in the dreams I have. I’ll be your sunset, if you’ll be my silhouette.

#Imagine If you were the one to present Justin his award.

#Imagine Justin: If your beauty was an ocean, the whole world would be sinking.

#Imagine Justin (to you): Wow! You look exactly like the future love of my life.

#Imagine Justin (to you): I don’t really know how to say this but uhh, I have a crush on you. Not a normal one, more like a I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-fluffing-up-your-pillows-and-making-you-breakfast crush on you.

#Imagine Justin (to you): I want to be able to walk over to my friends, turn them towards you, point and say ‘That’s my future wife.’

#Imagine You: Every time I talk to you, it seems like you’d rather be jumping off a building. Justin: Oh I’m sorry love. I just fall more in love with every word you say.

#Imagine You: So, how’s life? Justin: I don’t know. I’m guessing you’re doing swell babe.

#Imagine You: Do you wish we’d fall in love? Justin: All the time.

#Imagine You: You wanna do something fun tonight? Justin: Yeah. I wanna marry you.