-marinette (hopefully) agreste-

marinette (hopefully) agreste
             chapter 15


Dear diary,
I know it's been awhile since I've written but there's a reason. I got this journal because I wasn't in the best mindset, everything with ladybug, and missing chat just haunted me. I thought I could slowly heal myself, but then I found him. My one and only, my partner, my best friend….and now my boyfriend. Adrien took me to a beautiful sight, and asked me to be his, handing me a single red rose like he'd do when we were kids. It's crazy to think how we were stuck in some love square, loving each other without knowing it. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him he was the one. Love is hard, you can lose your mind, loose yourself. I know I'm lucky I got him, the luckiest lady in the world. I never knew how to tell Adrien I loved him, I spent my whole life trying to put it into words. From the compliments, to the light touches of a hand or a shoulder, to hugging to kissing. He was always mine from the start, and I was his. I could feel it in the silence, on the way home, with the lights out. I'm in love, true love.
-Marinette (hopefully) Agreste


Marinette shuts her journal, putting her pen down and she gets up out of her chair. She walks over to her dresser, grabbing the polaroid picture Gabriel took of them at Adrien's work. She grabs a sharpie that was in a cup of pencils, she scribbles something down at the bottom of the polaroid. Placing it right back in the spot it was. She takes a stop back admiring it, giving a soft smile.
"Mari? Are you ready mon amour?"
"Coming Minou!"


At the bottom of the polaroid picture she wrote in her sloppy handwriting,


"You Are In Love"


Authors note:


See what I did there? There's a lot of little things I put in here that I hope you noticed. But like I said at the beginning you really should listen to You Are In Love by Taylor Swift, if you haven't already. I'm gonna post one more part thanking you all, and talking about a new book, but I hope you enjoyed:)


I love you<3

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