Shawn's point of view

Lately, my fiancé, Y/n Y/l/n, has been having a hard time with both her anxiety and depression. She doesn't know why they've been bothering her so much, but they have. I held her in my arms as she slept, and then decided to make a post on Instagram that might help cheer her up. She gets notifications when I post, so she'll see it when she wakes up. I posted a photo (A/n: Picture is above!) from one of our recent date nights. I was wearing a white button down, and she was wearing a red, off the shoulders, shirt. I wrote the caption.

"To my sweet, darling, precious, girl:

I know that you're asleep in my arms right now, but I also know that you'll see this when you wake up. My love, I know that you've been battling your anxiety and depression a lot lately, but I'm so proud of you for all of the times that you've come to me and admitted that you were struggling. I'm proud of you for how hard you've been battling your demons.

I love you. I love you for everything that you are, everything that you will be, and everything that you have made me. You make me the happiest and luckiest man alive, and I can't thank you enough for that.

I love you for all that you are, inside and out. I love your cheeks, your ears, your nose, your pink, plump lips, everything. I love your beautiful y/e/c eyes that I fell for before I fell for anything else. Your eyes mesmerize me, they pull me in. Your eyes are like a maze that I'm constantly getting lost in, but I don't want to find my way out. I know that you get insecure about them, but I love your stretch marks. They make you who you are, and for that, I'm grateful.

I love how kind, caring, sweet, nice, loving, protective, selfless, etc., you are. The list of what I love about your personality goes on and on. You have a heart of gold. You would give the shirt off your back to a stranger if they needed it. I've seen you go buy a sandwich and some water for a homeless person, and because it was so cold out that day, you took off your jacket and gave it to her and told her, with a smile, to keep it because it would keep her nice and warm.

My darling, you have the sweetest soul. You're compassionate, considerate, generous, hard-working, trustworthy, understanding, loyal, etc., like I said before, the list goes on and on. I believe that you and I were together in a past life, and we loved each other then, just as much as we love each other now. You're my soulmate, my best friend, my rock, my everything. I love how your family welcomed me with open arms, and my family has loved you right from the start.

When you wake up, I'll smile at you, kiss you on your wonderful lips, and suggest that you look at my Instagram. You'll furrow your brow in confusion for the briefest of moments, and then smile as you ask why, and wonder if I have something up my sleeve. I won't tell you why, but I will study your beautiful face as you read this caption. And then, once you're done reading it, come give me another kiss. I love you my beautiful girl. Xx - your soon to be husband." I captioned it. I then set my phone down.

I like to refer to Y/n as my soon to be wife, and sometimes she'll refer to me as her soon to be husband. It's funny though: we've set a date for our wedding, but it's not for another two years. I'm on a break from tour right now, and then once tour is all done and over with in December, Y/n and I will sit down and really talk about plans for the wedding. She's going to be coming on tour with me, but it's not like we'll be able to do much planning while we're on tour. If we're away, we can't tour the venues of possible places to get married at and things like that.

It was starting to get later, and Y/n was still asleep. If she continued to sleep, she wouldn't sleep at all tonight. I began to lightly shake her arm as I planted kisses all over her beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, and breathtaking face. I then heard her mumble something incomprehensible. I chuckled.

"I'm sorry my love, could you repeat that for me please?" I asked.

"Why are you waking me up?" She asked, her voice laced with tiredness. Her depression and anxiety had kept her up until the wee hours of the morning last night, leaving her exhausted.

"Well darling, if you keep sleeping now, you won't sleep tonight. Come on pretty girl, let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours." I suggested. She slowly let her eyes open and rubbed the tiredness out of them. She then looked at me.

"There, they're open." She said. I chuckled.

"You're so grumpy when you've been woken up. Come give me a kiss baby girl." I said.

"With pleasure, babe." She said. She then moved a little and put her lips on mine. I felt my heart race as if I had just run a marathon, I felt butterflies erupt and fly around in my stomach, and I felt sparks shoot through me like fireworks. We soon pulled away and smiled at each other.

"Check my Instagram honey." I said. Just like I predicted, Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion for the briefest of moments. Her beautiful lips then curled into a smile.

"Why? Do you have something up your sleeve?" She asked. I chuckled.

"I can't tell you why baby. Just check." I said. She unlocked her phone and smile at the photo.

"I love the photo!" She said. I chuckled.

"Read the caption honey." I said. I then studied her face as her beautiful y/e/c eyes danced across her phone. She then smiled at me when she was done reading it.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too darling. Did you like what I wrote?" I asked. She nodded and smiled as she looked at the post again.

"It's beautiful. Now how about that other kiss?" She asked. I nodded as I smiled.

"Come here." I said, and we kissed. Just like the first time that we kissed, and each kiss since then, I got those same insanely amazing feelings: the sparks, the heart racing, and the butterflies. I'm so in love with Y/n, and I can't wait to marry her.